The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
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Saying there's no substitute
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The sound of knocking on the door of my heart beckons me
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With this framed piece of paper, it should be enough, right?
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Carrying the city's buildings like a cross
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If even this puppet has a role,
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I guess it's like being a passerby named A
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With my right hand buried in a bag for someone else,
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A trembling place, the magic that unravels
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Just like the night shows its hand to the moon
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Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
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I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
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The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
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Saying there's no substitute
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To the side where the sound of knocking on my heart is heard
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The inner pocket that hides a child's dreams
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Had holes like the lined-up buildings
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I wonder when I stopped being able to say, "What if I became an adult someday?"
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On the other side of the glass with no exit,
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I'm smiling, asking, "Is that okay with you?"
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Saying "It's fine" when my heart doesn't really mean it
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Even if there's nothing to expect from a B4 test,
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Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
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I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
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Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
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I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
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The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
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Saying there's no substitute
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To the side where the sound of knocking on my heart is heard
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Lined up, showing split colors, even if it's custom-made,
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If that's the case, there seems to be a reason for my existence
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