Ah, a pointless sick trick, a symphonic where good and evil mingle
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With an unshakable heart as a cue, my soul is searching for the key
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I don't crave utopia, I don't crave abundant happiness
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I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it
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(Then what do you want?)
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Aim for today; the shortest goal is fine, one by one, it's not hard
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Let loose, 1HOPE SNIPER, aiming for a day's worth of precious feelings
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Tell me! How far is the future you want to see?
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Ah, a pointless sick trick, jealousy twisting and surging as it entwines
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Black clouds attack; loneliness attacks, but (are you right? OK?)
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Even so, the left hand remembers; the warmth passed on by someone's right hand
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Surely this hand must not be let go of (you are right, OK!)
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Aim for today; the shortest goal is fine
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If you keep stacking them up, you can go anywhere
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1HOPE SNIPER, I won't yield the daily feelings I want to treasure
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It won't stop, this resolve, this emotion, as we reach the final stop
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The answer is so; the answer is so, until it's carved in
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There are no sweet cases
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There's no convenient escape either
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My soul goes on, going as it pleases, I think.
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Ah, I can hear it; it won't disappear
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The safety signal lights up yellow
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If a morning like that starts things off
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I remember, I remember the voice I recall
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It pushes my back, so it's all right; I aim for the glittering night
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Right now, even if an escape route glances before my eyes
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No, 1HOPE SNIPER, it's no good-sorry, but I probably can't live unless it's this way
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So always, the shortest goal is fine
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If you keep stacking them up, you can go anywhere
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1HOPE SNIPER, I won't yield the daily feelings I want to treasure
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Aim for today-the shortest goal is fine, one by one; it's not hard after all
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That's right, 1HOPE SNIPER, I'm aiming for the daily feelings I want to treasure
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It won't stop-this resolve, this emotion, rolling over again and again
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Until it comes true, until it comes true, I can't end yet
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Ah, a pointless sick trick, a symphonic where good and evil intersect
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With an unwavering heart at the forefront, still rolling my soul
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