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249 lines
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[[!meta title="Fake"]]
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[[!sidebar content="""
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[[!template
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id=iboxsong
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name="フェイク"
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compose="Feryquitous"
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lyric="Feryquitous"
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vocal="藍月なくる"
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video="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQqO20pVhpk"]]
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"""]]
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This song is actually quite similar to [[Kairikou]] and shares many
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samples, but is completely different in tone and lyrics.
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# Japanese
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「そうだ 君には言えなかった話
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僕がまだ名も無き日の頃に
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鉄塔の陰を踏み倒しながら重ねた嘘が
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心残りなんだまだ自分でも 解っていないが
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今ここで 全てを
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打ち明けようと思う」
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早朝 未明の街路
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巨大なコンクリート 虚ってる
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揉め事の匂い 二つの頭蓋
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知らない面
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「なんで覚えてないの？」
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って何回も言ってんだけど
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思い出せない
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眠り方も忘れているらしい
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この部屋に答えは無いのかも
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書き置き残したテーブルに躓いて
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偽りの名前纏って飛び出したら
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四畳半の壁が遠ざかっていく
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鉄塔の影を踏み倒して
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ここだよって叫んでる声は
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ガラガラになってた
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そうさ 偽物はこの僕さ
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鉄線の海を食い荒らして
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馬鹿げてるって言いたいんだろうよ
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無様でもアジャストしてよ
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並列のフェイク
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空欄にセーブ
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身勝手を頂戴
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仮のエスケープ
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夕景 依然 変わらず
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不快のオンパレード 伺ってる
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また 無断の夜明け 新しさを待っている
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またここで行き止まりなんてな
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何度も見ている もう飽きた 忘れたい
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鬱陶しい様な黄色と黒が
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僕を嗤っている もう意識は剥がれていた
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「さて 話はいったん区切りだ
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ところで こんな光景を
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前にも見た事があったな
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あの時もこんな四畳半だった
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確かそうあの背中は この机に躓いていた
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うすら寒いと思うかい？笑えるね」
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それじゃあ 君は誰？
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解ってんならさっさと征け
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鉄塔の陰を追い越したなら
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高く遠く地を詰って跳ぶ
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くらくらになってた
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そうさ 「本物」はこの僕さ
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謁見の間も 通り越して
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閻魔の橋が崩れ落ちたって
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滑稽？さあ？クラップ鳴らせ
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証明のフェイク
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「本物」のアーカイブ
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気張った無法人
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これはサブゲーム
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こっから本当さ
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「どうせこんな話さ」
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# English
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"Right, that story I never got to tell you.
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Around the time I was still a nobody,
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walking on the shadow of a steel tower, the piled up lies,
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that I'll never know the true extent of, that I'll surely never live down,
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I think I'll lay bare every last one of them to you."
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Early morning, on the road at dawn
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the unending sea of concrete truly vacant,
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the smell of trouble in the air, two skulls,
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two unknown faces.
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"Why can't I remember?"
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No matter how many times I repeat myself,
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I still can't recall.
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It feels like I've even forgotten how to sleep.
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There's probably no answers awaiting me here in this room...
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I stumble into a table with a note left on it,
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and a fake name written all over it jumps out at me,
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and the walls of the small room fade from my vision...
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Walking on the shadow of the steel tower,
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"Right here," someone shouts,
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their voice becoming more and more stressed,
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That's right, the imitation was me.
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Overrunning the sea of steel wires,
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I want to say that I was looking quite foolish there,
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as I made an unsightly adjustment,
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a parallel fake,
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saving in the blank space.
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Please indulge in my egocentrism.
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A temporary escape.
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An evening scene now, it's still without end.
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An array of unpleasantries are inquired about.
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Once again, the dawn breaks without notice, and I'm still waiting on
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something new.
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Looks like I'm at an impasse, no?
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I've looked over it how many times now, and I'm starting to get tired
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of it... I want to forget all about this...
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A depressing kind of yellow and black again
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I'm just laughing now, and before long I'm ripped from consciousness.
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"Right, let's pause this story for a moment.
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So, like, before this scene,
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we saw some stuff happen, right?
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Right now, same as before, it's been the small room.
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And before that, there was the desk that we stumbled into.
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Do you think it's slightly cold in there? I'm making you laugh, aren't I."
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Well then, just who are you?
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If you comprehend me, go forth.
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Passing over the shadow of the steel tower,
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flying regardless of how tall and far,
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has gotten me dizzy.
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That's right, the "genuine" was me.
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Surpassing the barrier to audience with him,
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the bridge to the judge of the dead crumbles down,
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(You think it's funny? Huh? Come on, clap for me.)
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One certified fake
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A "genuine" archive
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An outlaw going all out
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This is a sub-game
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Alright, from this point on I'll actually say the truth.
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"Eh, whatever with this story."
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