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Angel who concealed wound. yeah!Devil who licks the wound. yeah!kuzureta Beauty torimidasu haikeitotemo ja nai kedo waraenaiNight of pussyzoukei no kobi nomikomasu kachi mahi shita Real ni waraenai　yakezuita nodo de "mou tobenai" to kimi wa iuse ni saku　"jijou" dakiyosete mo kitto　chirasenai netoiki ni mazaru ore wa kizen ka ai ka?munamoto kara nijimu mekakushi no sukuikobore sou na kotoba kimi ni wa ienaikore ijou... kore ijou wa...toke sou na karada to urahara ni kokoro wa tokeaenai karaarukenai kimi wa yagate mata ore ni sugatte kuruyakezuita nodo de "mou tobenai" soshite mata kurikaesumunamoto kara nijimu mekakushi no negaikobore sou na kotoba kimi ni tsutaetaikore ijou... kore ijou wa...toke sou na karada to urahara ni kokoro wa tokeaenuLetras de cancioneskimi wa doresu wo matoukage wo seotta agehayume wo ubatta kanraku no sabaku deanata sae... anata sae... toore wo nozunda hibi ni tsuitakienu se no "kasane kizu" to ikiruSwallowtail on the death valleyAngel who concealed wound. yeah!Devil who licks the wound. yeah!A collapsed Beauty distracted in a sceneryI can't really laugh at allNight of pussyI take in the modeled flattery, values paralyzed me and I can't really laughWith your burned throat you say "I can't fly anymore"Even if you embrace the "reasons" blooming on your back they surely won't disappearMe who joins your sighs is that hypocrisy or love?The relief in a blindfold is spreading from my chestI can't say you the words that seem to overflowNot less than this... Not less than this is...My body seems to dissolve and in the contrary is my heart because it can't reconcile with itYou who can't walk will soon cling to me againWith your burned throat you say "I can't fly anymore" so you have to try it over againThe wish for a blindfold is spreading from my chestI want to tell you the words that seem to overflowNot less than this... Not less than this is...My body seems to dissolve and in the contrary is my heart that can't reconcile with itYou're wearing a dressA swallowtail burdened with a shadowIn the desert of pleasure that robbed your dreamEven you... even you... andI'm attached to every day I was wishing forYou're living with "the lot of scars" on your back which can not fade away From Letras Mania