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((I’ve never heard my feelings wrapped up so perfectly. nfdjgvgndfkjgfndkj Ashe is my favorite vocaloid translation singer.))
If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
Then you reached the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be me.
But heroes often fail.
I used to hum this at work, actually…
And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
‘Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there…
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
‘Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there…
Notice the ones who all like to criticize
Are the ones trying to hide
Why would I sell my soul to be one of them
Better to love the me within behind the skin
I choose to be a goddess inside
Damn ‘em all - I create my own perfection
Damn ‘em all in the face of their rejection
Damn ‘em all - well this dog will have its day
My garden’s full of pretty men who couldn’t stay away
I promise you nothing, I take only that which is free
I’d give you a life full of risk, and the whirlwind of joy that can be
Don’t try to bind me, just love me without any greed
And I’ll give you the world, and my heart, and the air that I breathe
Slip the jesses, my love
This hunter you own from the hood to the glove
When the circling and striking are done, and I land,
Let me come back to your hand, let me come back to your hand.
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I’ve been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I’ve seen more than I can recall
My baby may not be rich
He’s watching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me
And we always have a real good time
And maybe he don’t dress fine
But i don’t really mind
‘cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer:
Let’s hear it for the boy
Oh, let’s give the boy a hand
Let’s hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he’s no Romeo
But he’s my loving one man show
Let’s hear it for the boy!
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah
This is war
It’s the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight
