I'm about to collapse. How long have I been playing the guitar and singing?
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But it's impossible for me to stop my feet.
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If that's case, I'll shout out the reason we live through human suffering.
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...But with me as I am, that would be arrogant that's what I think.
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The singing voice I can hear even now is pained, yet so powerful.
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I can't sing that it's too far away, and I can't reach it.
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Before I knew it, I was standing on the stage, right in the center.
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My spreading field of vision is filled with the audience. I feel like I'll be buried run away!
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The shield is twisted around me, and I can't move what should I do?
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There's nothing I can do now but face this head on.
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My singing came out flustered, but by the second verse, I calmed down.
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After that, I entrust my whole body to my song. I believe in the band members.
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I can sing like the gods.
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Jump up to the heavens!
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Before long, a cool wind was blowing, and my sweat dried.
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It's like we really came all the way above the sky.
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"This singing voice that I can hear now is yours, isn't it?
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Someday, I'd like to try singing with you.
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I'm looking forward to that day."
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Such a voice was heard.
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I shout with friends here,
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