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I want them to reach, but my feelings don't reach
All of my passion remains but a fruitless effort
Magazine pages that I can't get through
I’m worried that I must read them
The ever-increasing TV channels
If I don't watch them all, will I fall behind?
I have the strangest dream - That in the park in front of my house
The ball that I threw to you falls down midway
The video games that fill a corner of my room
If I don’t play them, will they have no meaning?
Even though I’m talking to you across the table
You won’t change one expression for me
Even though I'm this close to you
They don't reach, my feelings don't reach
I wonder what is truly precious to me
Somehow, it seems like I'm being controlled by somebody
Does my heart really belong to me?
I can't hear you; your voice doesn't reach
It gets lost in the crowd and fades away
Everything seems distorted to me
Even though it’d be nice if I can return to having a heart that doesn’t know anything
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