In the future world,
there's nothing to say.
In the kaleidoscope,
no transit state.
There comes a time when
all people cannot go to sleep.
And the colors will run,
run down your feet.
I don't want to get,
get in the middle of
How do I know,
know what to say to you?
I don't want to get,
get in the middle of
How do I know,
know what to say to you?
In the future world,
there's nothing to say.
In the kaleidoscope,
no transit state...
...(nonsense)...
I don't want to get,
get in the middle of...
How do I know,
know what to say to you?
Hear it.
Hear it.
And then it stops.

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