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Shotgun and a Telecaster; words aligned, how unhappy.

All alone in the city, you hate the sound of a gunshot, don't you? 

The sound of my singing breaking apart, it wasted so much of my time.

With you falling in my hands, I cannot dare let you go. 

"One-man live performance was a hit!" In my head, it's just like a girly comic book.

Now that the ammo has run out, there's the chance to turn ourselves around. 

Everything's working greatly to our convenience as our finicky selves pick them one by one.

To our once indecent selves, I bid bye-bye, so now should I welcome all that is to come? 

Getting dizzy just looking for mistakes.

Turning 'round and 'round to teach myself how to take it back.

I'm not missing anything, not anymore, not anymore.

Really? Really, really? 

If you say that it is, then is it lucky?

Spinning 'round and 'round in a 39 second loop.

If I see what I should see, then is that happy?

I don't understand what should be understood! 

The sounds keep echoing here and there,

And I cannot tell where it began or if it will end.

Those words, those words, they didn't mean a thing!

But it seems like we both didn't understand it anyway. 

Beyond the screen, it falls,

The upside-down girl's adulterated world. 

Shotgun and a Telecaster; at a loss for words, it's quite unlucky.

With wounds all over the body, Game Over.

Does it give you that remarkably unpleasant feeling when you look? </i>

I tripped, giving up on my "one more time".

Making all these mistakes as I keep on rolling, all I could do was laugh it all off. </i>

One-man live performance was a hit, it all got sentimental after the festival.

Everyone agreed to disband, so whaddya say we both turn around? </i>

My singing voice broke apart, wavering within the ticking time.

You finally fall within my grasp. Hey, how are you feeling now, huh? </i>

Bad dreams continue haunting me.

Don't you dare forget the fate of the mistakes you've made.

You just reap what you sow. You receive, you receive.

"No more."

Really? Really? </i>

How could you say that it is happy?

Waking up at 4 AM with lost and hollow eyes.

To where I'll arrive next, would it be happy there?

I just wish that I wasn't so tired. </i>

This is what it means to be happy,

Falling on the asphalt without seeing the very end.

Breaking and crumbling into nothing,

Only the sight of you is holding me back. </i>

If you say that it is, then is that happy?

Spinning 'round and 'round in a 39 second loop.

If this is what I see, is that lucky?

It's weird that I find it not rewarding. </i>

The sounds keep echoing here and there,

And I cannot tell where it began or if it will end.

Those words, those words, they didn't mean a thing!

But it seems like we both didn't understand it anyway. </i>

Beyond the screen, it falls,

The upside-down girl's adulterated world.

So this is...? </i>