(Foolish style foolish style) a whirlpool cloud below
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(Foolish style foolish style) jump into the spiral
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Empty too much too much empty too much talking*
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Empty too much too much empty too much talking
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The sound of the spiral will resound this evening
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(Foolish style foolish style) I am surrounded
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(Foolish style foolish style) in any case I'll play
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Empty too much too much empty too much talking
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Empty too much too much empty too much talking
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The spiral sound disturbs disorder
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Take my hand, entwine and draw
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"Indecent spots" how many times for "him" (you)**
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[? ] Why do you laugh?
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Counting the ringing sounds, it doesn't stop
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Manipulated/made to dance for my side
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It stirs up pain
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Pain so deep that my breath is blocked
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"Cat's cradle" repeats until nothing is left.
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It piles up and begins to spill from out of my lips
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Biting I realise with a long breath¡¦
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This evening's mechanism, mankind is feigning ignorance
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The wound is exposed and drips, faulty love
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I'm fearful of losing something for something I want again... unbearable
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Pain pain pain pain pain it's not "you"
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Pain pain pain pain pain it's still not "him" (you)
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Toguro (English)
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