Minus Sixty One

Music: Woodkid Minus sixty-one Have I ever really loved someone? Do I deserve what I've got? Now the grid system's turned into traps And the fear is switching sides I own a million dollars worth of stock But I still won't sleep at night What is it that I've become? Minus sixty-one Now the water level rises high In my cold paradise Where men sit in circles and talk numbers I never really liked The way they think of life as some kind of gamble And watch the city drown Where is it that I belong? åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ う åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ ばんゆういんりょくが Minus sixty-one Now the wind cuts the lips like a knife And the sun is out of sight I see the world I built lose at trial What is left, and what is right? I made the worst mistake one can make Pretending and playing blind What is it I'm trying to find? åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ å­Īį‹ŽãŠ (åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ) å­Īį‹ŽãŠ (う åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ) å­Īį‹ŽãŠ (åŪ‡åŪ™ åĪĐå›―ã‹ïžŸ) さん、し、じゅうご、ご、じゅうãŦ、じゅう、さんじゅう、 ãŦじゅう、ãŦ じゅうきゅう、さん、ãŦじゅうご、ご、し、 さんじゅう、さん、ãŦじゅうご、ご、さん さんじゅう、さん å­Īį‹ŽãŠ ã‚ãã˜ã‚…ã†ã„ãĄåšĶ さん、し、ご、さんじゅう、 å­Īį‹ŽãŠ じゅう、ãŦじゅうご、ご、し、さんじゅう、 ãŦじゅうご、ご、さん、さん、し、 ã‚ãã˜ã‚…ã†ã„ãĄåšĶ じゅうご、ご、じゅうãŦ、じゅう、さんじゅう、 å­Īį‹ŽãŠ ãŦじゅう、し、さん、ãŦじゅうご、ご、し、さんじゅう、さん、 ãŦじゅうご、ご、さん、さん、し、 ã‚ãã˜ã‚…ã†ã„ãĄåšĶ じゅうご、ご、じゅうãŦ、じゅう、 さんじゅう、ãŦじゅう、し、さん、ãŦじゅうご、ご、し、 å­Īį‹ŽãŠ さんじゅう、さん、ãŦじゅうご、ご、さん å­Īį‹ŽãŠ