Don't say anything
good bye
don't go anywhere
want to do it
the future
it's boring
want to go anywhere
Want to set out
want to go anywhere
Morning paper
can it be delivered to the world's end?
the group carries the dream of the world
it never breaks up
You people choose the painful ways
choosing things that you never want to know
Paper samurai
tha strain crossing over the fountain of winter
you have only to become sad
raise that right hand and that left hand