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Guilty

Yeah...Yoh baby, I feel so guilty

Come on sing it boy...

with unexpectedly exchanged words
the gaps in my heart were filled
saying "let's meet again next time"
our gears are scrambling into chaos

a mistake that's already begun
it's the unbreakable truth
even though my heart knows this, my body keeps going back for more

I love you...words that aren't a lie, this magic
sweet and gentle until it becomes suffocating, becomes painful
I want to capture it...this desire filling inside me, this swaying love
no matter many crimes, if I am prepared to carry them, will I be forgiven?

What? What?
the depth of our crimes is growing worse, irritating
but it deepens the shape of our love
But Baby I miss you & I just want you
these unbearable feelings are being tightly controlled
your calls still remain in my phone records
your name too, remains there undeleted
this rotation, the fading tension
a tragic love song on & on & on

as we get just a little closer
no matter who sees we'll still be happy
only at this station do we separate our arms
we've become used to this kind of rule

the places where the two of us meet
and the limited time we have together
if even those are sometimes taken away from us too

hold me...instead of on our next promise, do it right now
having someone decide when we should meet, it's unbearable
over and again...the endless suffering, these memories
it's conflicting...the one thing that heals this pain is your embrace

baby just hold me tight

I love you...words that aren't a lie, this magic
sweet and gentle until it becomes suffocating, becomes painful

hold me...instead of on our next promise, do it right now
having someone decide when we should meet, it's unbearable
over and again...the endless suffering, these memories
it's conflicting...the one thing that heals this pain is your embrace

nobody can't stop this..."guilty"

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