How Characters Will Sing (TXT ver)
How Symphony Would Sing New Rules
Grey Kelly Madoka Yuuko Teruko Percival Hijiri
I think I’m feeling all right
Or was it not that, hey
Repeating maths time
My life that’s trapped within boundaries
If it’s left foot, right foot then
Right foot, left foot is comfortable
Even I don’t know why I’m like this
Everything of this world is forbidden fruit (yum yum)
For no reason, I want to go more to the locked rooftop
A set text message tone, I’m sick of it sick of it
(Why) On Facebook and Insta
(Why) Why are there so many teachers
(Why why) Why are there so many classes
Everyone get out get out of the way
Even though it’s clear that I’ll be punished
I want something more thrilling, bring it to me
If they tell me to not go over, I want it
If they tell me not to do it, I do it
Stupid, but I
Want to be punk
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
I want to be punk
Where we go? Where we go?
Where we go? Don’t know
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
The escalator becomes a slide and
If they tell me not to lean on it, I’ll lean
Trouble, trouble, let me go
Trouble, trouble, let me go
I break my transparent shackles
And make new rules
Trouble, trouble, let me go
I’m trouble maker, let me go
The common sense that you like
That’s anyone’s common sense
Did you get it approved
What, from the MBAs and professors?
The common sense I’ve made
Do it what I like it
I take the handles
I’m trouble maker
Even though it’s clear that I’ll be punished
I want something more thrilling, bring it to me
If they tell me to not go over, I want it
If they tell me not to do it, I do it
Stupid, but I
Want to be punk
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
I want to be punk
Where we go? Where we go?
Where we go? Don’t know
Let me go, let me go, let me go go go
The escalator becomes a slide and
If they tell me not to lean on it, I’ll lean
Trouble, trouble, let me go
Trouble, trouble, let me go
I break my transparent shackles
And make new rules
Trouble, trouble, let me go
I’m trouble maker, let me go
I think I’m feeling all right
Or was it not that, hey
Repeating maths time
My life that’s trapped within boundaries
If it’s left foot, right foot then
Right foot, left foot is comfortable
Even I don’t know why I’m like this
Everything of this world is forbidden fruit