元ネタ：デイズ・オブ・フォーティ・ナイン（原題Days of '49 Bob Dylan）
作：ヤジタリウス
You're young calm poor from the beginning where you don't know about hopeful ways
They call you a loser and a clot too, but who cares your mores?
I wonder if bound form known as flaw made everything divine
And all the principle say, there go some shares, to the end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
They call you a loser and a clot too, but who cares your mores?
I wonder if bound form known as flaw made everything divine
And all the principle say, there go some shares, to the end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
My concerns they all have me always, silly much ado
A few hard chores I will fall through what all are saved to undo
Whatever my pinch it ever would clinch, it never would let me recline
Like I would have say, it would be a kind of end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
A few hard chores I will fall through what all are saved to undo
Whatever my pinch it ever would clinch, it never would let me recline
Like I would have say, it would be a kind of end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
There is new dark year, the single guys, they're always getting tight
With everything that they'd handle they're roiled by the trite
You guys remain alive yourselves in the ends of old job's settings
And something besides old fake on the end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
With everything that they'd handle they're roiled by the trite
You guys remain alive yourselves in the ends of old job's settings
And something besides old fake on the end of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
There is a forlorn child, one of the boys who is always with gene
Whether he's right or he's wrong, to him it's just always a mean
He's unable to know any words that he would've known to baffle his brain
With gene from birth, will costs his life, on the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
Whether he's right or he's wrong, to him it's just always a mean
He's unable to know any words that he would've known to baffle his brain
With gene from birth, will costs his life, on the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
There is ragging child being no go, he never fill a want
He would ignore all about what he'd never obtain and he guesses he's tired out
Always he's jailed in a complex rule, in a boring custom
And in that rule nothing left he'd care for, but the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
He would ignore all about what he'd never obtain and he guesses he's tired out
Always he's jailed in a complex rule, in a boring custom
And in that rule nothing left he'd care for, but the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
Have to complete all what I have to do, there's no way in the contest
And I feel confused as misery guts like ignored bothering guest
And I guess any term known as down, they say it's destined
There goes all weirdos, if you change your way to the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
And I feel confused as misery guts like ignored bothering guest
And I guess any term known as down, they say it's destined
There goes all weirdos, if you change your way to the ends of lifeline
On the edge of world, with the sense of guard
How come the aim you confine is the end of world
When you draw the line on the end of lifeline
