Toradora - Preparade (DNB mashup) | Текст песни

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Pre! Preparation!
I'm not strong
But pre! Pre-parade!
I'll catch you someday!

P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart
P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare

If you're not paying attention, be prepared for a poking attack from my fingers
I'm little, but I'll squish you; you're as tiny as a flea to me

What I want is a plastic heart (plus, plus, but it's a minus)
But that's boring; when I'd notice it, I'd have won against you

Love is something that's bittersweet
Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff
I'm only worrying about things that don't matter
How does it feel? It feels like that
You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric
I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you
Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy
I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings

P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart
P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare

If I polish myself, I'll still shine; limits don't exist
Even if I'm little, there's something that I can't lose to anyone at

Endure it until I get closer to you (endure it, endure it, patience is important)
If you get any closer to me, I'll crack

People are kind and stimulating
Refreshing fellows who suffer hardships
Even when they want to cry, they grin from ear to ear
How does it feel? It feels like a loss
You're brilliant and totally active
I mount surprise attacks on you with a bold attitude to get my revenge
Just by going straight ahead, I'm driven by anxiety and I feel nervous
In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself

Love is something that's bittersweet
Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff
I'm only worrying about things that don't matter
How does it feel? It feels like that
You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric
I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you
Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy
I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings
In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself

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