what makes me up
is no more than you and me
what wakes me up
is learning japanese
when i can't sleep it's watashi
blame the same old speech they've come to bleep
i came back and wish i never left
i need to prepare before i go back again
oh you can believe me when i say,
next time won't be the same
interactions which only happen from opening the gate
which you aren't supposed to open
but they moved it, the old story's broken
once you speak it's been spoken
and only knowing that can you explode with emotion
no notions to tax facts just memories intact fashion apocolypse
these foreign words off your lips like a solar eclipse
i'm transported four million kilometres away
what makes me up
is no more than you and me
what wakes me up is learning japanese
when i can't sleep it's watashi
blame the same old speech they've come to bleep
that they brainwashed in me
i'm tired of romaji
roman gods can no longer speak
when i can't sleep it's watashi
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