Dark side in my heart is
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a grief from the past that cannot be wiped away.
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It's alright, for I don't actually give a damn.
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I fired my blaster, and stretched out my hands.
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I've detached my life from myself,
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so that I could gaze into the picture frame.
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However, in there, there's no proof of my existence,
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and I can barely even protect my very self.
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The path I've been avoiding and unable to pass has been like this for a while.
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And then, everyone has disappeared off it...
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Destiny can eat shit and die.
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If I can't achieve something, I will cry for pride.
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Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
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an aria of love resounds.
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Things such as the distorted real world, twisted wishes,
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or the ideals and tomorrows that are crumbling away,
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they've become so tedious that I want to just throw them away.
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Good bye, precious life.
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Dark cloud in my heart is
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clearing up, and light is shining onto my path.
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Let's fight, without any fear,
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with a double-edged sword brandished over our head.
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My life is not so lonesome,
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for I am being guided by the voices of my comrades.
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With the proof of my existence reaffirmed,
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I released my very self.
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The path I've been avoiding and unable to pass has always been like this.
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Now my hesitation has completely dissipated...
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Destiny can eat shit and die.
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I will be a reckless daredevil and cry for pride.
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Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
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I can hear an aria of love.
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Things such as the writhed world, wishes to be fulfilled,
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or weak grumblings, I have already crushed them with my hands.
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The more I threw it away, the more precious it became;
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Destiny can eat shit and die.
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If I can't achieve something, I will cry for pride.
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Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
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an aria of love resounds.
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Things such as the distorted real world, twisted wishes,
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or the ideals and tomorrows that are crumbling away,
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they've become so tedious that I want to just throw them away.
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Good bye, precious life.
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I will simply repaint my destiny.
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Even if I become covered in wounds, I'll try for pride.
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Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
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I still sing about love.
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Things such as the writhed world, wishes to be fulfilled,
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or the bond and the future we are starting to build up and consolidate,
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they are still precious in the end even when I have thrown them away.
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