When innocence turns into a simple power
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It creates shadows in the world
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Even if you wanted to touch the existence of light
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That lies across the glass case
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You couldn't lower your raised hand
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But crouched down as if falling
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Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
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You won't become a lovely story to be passed down
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But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
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Suits you so much that it's sad
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Is like the forerunner for the tiny rip that bursts open
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A gaze that feels excessive
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Won't even overlook the trembling of your knees
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Or even the common hypocrisy
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That provokes your hands
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Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
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With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
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The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
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Has started to be visible to your alter ego
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Nevertheless, I shelter you
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The reaction between impatience and inattention
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Is ceaseless; your selfishness is wavering
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When it comes to the sentiments now, you shake your head at them
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But they're disposable prototypes
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What lives is yourself, right?
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Now you can't think...can't think...
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Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
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You won't become a lovely story to be passed down
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But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
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Suits you so much that it's sad
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Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
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With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
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The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
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Has started to be visible to your alter ego
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Nevertheless, I shelter you
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