Parody - Hikaru Utada
Late night broadcast
The TV is watching me with its blue eyes
No matter how many times I change the channel
I can't escape that gaze
No matter how many times I take a look in the fridge,
I get the same answer,
an answer I'm used to hearing.
The time limit is almost up
I need more time
let me be.
Oh no, this is a parody
But to me, it's my life story
Without waiting for me, the clock
pretends it doesn't know anything
I know, it's the same, familiar story
But to me, it's my life story
I'm not a copy of someone else
so from now on, I'll write the rest of it.
Heading in the same direction as everyone else
On the freeway
It's just some kind of coincidence
When the road split, it was sudden
Quick, take me up to the seventh floor, please
This elevator is unusually small
But noone else is here, so I feel safe
Set me free
from "attention" [1]
Oh no, everything's a parody
But to everyone, it's a true story
Without putting any strength into it,
you pretend that you don't need anything
I know a couple that looks alot like us
But all they do is argue with each other
Without putting much effort into it,
I'll read the rest of it from now on.
Oh no, this too is probably a parody
I'm sure for someone else, it's a fake story
I can't wear anyone else's shoes but my own
But that's OK, since I can walk in them
I know, it's the same, familiar story
But to me, it's a real story
Without waiting for the rest of it,
I'll go to see you from now on.
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me now, give it to me now, baby
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