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
IDK, I'm Pretty Dang Scared of Floating Sheets, Lydia Lydia, aka "Edgar Allan Poe's daughter," makes it clear to Barbara and Adam that she's "not afraid of sheets." I mean, until she realizes that they don't have any feet because they're real ghosts and they're actually floating
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Johnson BA, Ait-Daoud N, Akhtar FZ, Javors MA
