Your eyes, turning back, forth, and around,
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are searching around on the station's platform.
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A fanfare echos in the atmosphere.
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While the town is making a lot of rattling noise,
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even now we are still not aware yet of the lies
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told by the place where everything initially began.
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I sound the train's bell of departure,
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ignoring the silhouettes yelling "why, what",
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and let the train enter a secret tunnel.
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Pressing my hand against my restless bosom,
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for the time being I tried lending my ears
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to the world that would very soon disappear.
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I have a feeling that we won't see each other again.
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Destiny is laughing at us.
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I have broken through the critical point,
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and gone way past my upper limit,
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while the absolute control over me is crumbling down.
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From the end boundary of a world made of 0's and 1's,
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I yell: "World's end is nothing more than a theory."
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While my gears turn 'round and 'round out of control,
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I wonder where the key is that will fix and rewind them.
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Exchanging such words of mischief,
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I utter to a world where very soon
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emergency entrance and exit should open up.
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Unable to find out where the string I'm pulling on leads me,
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I become entangled and fall down.
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I am looking forward to a sudden twist in the plot.
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The chance of survival can be calculating by dividing into 0.
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A stalemate is sneakily approaching.
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From the end boundary of a world of crossed wires and lines,
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I utter: "World's end is nothing more than yesterday's fantasy."
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I'm just praying for you.
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The emergency bell rung in the eve of a revolution
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conveys a pure-hearted maiden's lovesickness
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and a shocking prophecy that's never heard before.
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Since the last train will pass through here soon,
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gather your luggage before getting on the ark.
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The law of cause and effect, being broken from a single point,
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In the boys and girls' Book of Revelation,
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there's a Ragnarok celebrating the joy of life
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as well as the final battle Armageddon.
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You'll disclose a secret of the world.
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I've been watching from the final stop all along.
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Biting into the forbidden fruit,
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I was quite bored for a very long time.
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Fatalism is nothing more than a wild fantasy.
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Should I press my luck and destroy the structure of this world,
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I have broken through the critical point,
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and gone way past my upper limit,
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while the absolute control over me is crumbling down.
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From the end boundary of a world made of 0's and 1's,
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I yell: "World's end is nothing more than a theory."
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Nothing will move anymore,
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but I have a feeling that you will come to see me soon,
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so I will close my eyes.
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