The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
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The yawn of the main road, ooh
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The drowsy vending machine, ooh
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Gently playing its tune
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The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
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The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
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The activities spilling from the window, ooh
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Here is the dance floor, the silver screen, the stage
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I'm the star, the scriptwriter, and the director
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Look, step like, singing like Broadway
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If it's a mirror ball, it's the full moon above the clouds
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I'm a stranger, stranger, a once-in-a-lifetime meeting
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Then shut down, the eyes of the people passing by
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The night view of 120 yen that I just inhaled
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A can of coffee in my hand, again, again
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The clock hands are beckoning towards tomorrow,
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But we still don't pay any attention
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I want to set off on a journey to fill this pitch-black blank
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If I'm going to do it, I want to grab your hand, yeah
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Choose a path different from usual, yeah
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Escorting you down this runway, yeah
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The asphalt red carpet, yeah
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The street trees standing neatly, yeah
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The siren heard from afar, yeah
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The croaking of the bullfrog turns into applause, yeah
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The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
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The yawn of the main road, ooh
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The drowsy vending machine, ooh
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Gently playing its tune
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The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
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The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
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The activities spilling from the window, ooh
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The rusty sign stands tall
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The "retired" poster rolls up its sleeves
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The abandoned bicycle sulks
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The surveillance camera is absent-minded
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The convex mirror knows everything
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The coin locker holds secrets
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The payphone wants to talk
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The iron bones of the dragon rise
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The sky gets a little smaller again
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The bored arcade turns over
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The shutters facing each other dream and wake
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The wind tickles, the empty can laughs
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The discarded cigarette butt slumps down
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Looking for its lost half
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The lonely work glove cries
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The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
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The yawn of the main road, ooh
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The drowsy vending machine, ooh
+
Gently playing its tune
+
The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
+
The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
+
The activities spilling from the window, ooh
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In just a few hours, the magic will melt away
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When the sun shines, it's already... alone
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In just a few hours, the magic will melt away
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When the sun shines, it's already... alone
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