Chatmonchy/Tokyo Hachimitsu Orchestra

Tokyo Hachimitsu Orchestra
(Tokyo Honey Orchestra)

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Suutsukeesu hikizutte sa Chikatetsu no chiku tsukkonde sa Oroshitate no suniikaa Sugu ni kutsuzure tayorinai naa Tsumareta danbooru Are mo kore mo suterarenai Itta bakari no "sayounara" Ima sara ato ni wa hikemasen Hachi no su mitai da toukyou Hatarakibachi no gyouretsu da Watashi wa mada yawaraka na youchuu Amai amai yume wo miteru "Kusai mono ni wa futa wo seyo!" Koko ja tsuuyou shinai wa kaasan Are kuruu hito to mirai Dotchi ni ikeba tadashii no Yume ga yume de naku naru toukyou Oishisou na hana no mitsu Watashi wa madamada seken shirazu Amai nioi ni makesou Hachi no su mitai da toukyou Hatarakibachi no gyouretsu da Watashi wa mada yawaraka na youchuu Amai amai yume wo miteru Sonna ni amaku wa nai yo tte Hayaku dareka oshiete yo Sonna ni amaku wa nai yo tte Hayaku dareka oshiete yo Yume ga yume de naku naru toukyou Oishisou na hana no mitsu Watashi wa madamada seken shirazu Amai nioi ni makesou Hachi no su mitai da toukyou Hatarakibachi no gyouretsu da Watashi wa mada yawaraka na youchuu Amai amai yume wo miteru

Dragging my suitcase behind me With a subway map stuffed in my pocket These brandnew sneakers Are already giving me blisters, how annoying Packed-up cardboard boxes Filled with this and that I can't bear to throw away We've only just said "goodbye" There's no going back now Tokyo's like a beehive A row of worker bees I'm still a soft larva With a sweet, sweet dream "Put the lid on stinky things!" That won't work here, Mom Raging people, raging futures Which is the right way to go? Tokyo is where dreams stop being dreams Delicious flower nectar I don't yet know anything of the world And I think this sweet scent's gonna get me Tokyo's like a beehive A row of worker bees I'm still a soft larva With a sweet, sweet dream It's not easy I wish someone had told me that sooner It's not easy I wish someone had told me that sooner Tokyo is where dreams stop being dreams Delicious flower nectar I don't yet know anything of the world And I think this sweet scent's gonna get me Tokyo's like a beehive A row of worker bees I'm still a soft larva With a sweet, sweet dream