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5, 20161 viewer8.1K views THE ORAL CIGARETTES - 5150 (English Translation) Lyrics No matter how much of a path Is waiting for me I would not simply give up I don't even understand myself Five, one, five, oh [Instrumental] (Five, one, five, oh) [Verse 1] The answer I searched for was already gone And I wore my strength to Suppress my weakness Expectations and love change their shapes This night is hard to bear alone [Chorus] No matter how much of a path Is waiting for me I would not simply give up No matter how many people Are waiting for me I won't let go of that hand I don't even understand myself Five, one, five, oh [Instrumental] [Bridge] Five, suddenly becoming ethereal One, that I was tired of people Five, that they could just disappear Oh, even just thinking that was scary [Chorus] No matter how much of a path Is waiting for me I would not simply give up No matter how much people Are waiting for me I would not let go of that hand Breaking the unlimited darkness Five, one, five, oh [Post-Chorus] Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, oh [Chorus] The wishes you want to be granted You could sing them No one can stop you The summit bestowed By the uncountable destinies That I carry Open it up by yourself, with these hands Five, one, five, oh [Bridge] Five, suddenly becoming ethereal One, that I was tired of people Five, that they could just disappear Oh, even just thinking that was scary [Chorus] No matter how much of a path Is waiting for me I would not simply give up No matter how much people Are waiting for me I would not let go of that hand Breaking the unlimited darkness Five, one, five, oh [Post-Chorus] Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, ah Ah, ooh, ah, oh [Chorus] The wishes you want to be granted You could sing them No one can stop you The summit bestowed By the uncountable destinies That I carry Open it up by yourself, with these hands Five, one, five, oh About Have the inside scoop on this song

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