Another View of Yuki (Reprise) {One of My Turns}

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the eyes of your Kotone.
Night after night, my fantasies still ignite
I always remind you, but
You never have time, and
I don't expect lessons any more;
And I can feel you came to see the Idol.
I feel cold as sketched sad girls,
Like my soul's been unfurled,
Dry as Largo's beer bottle.

Here in my bedroom,
I'll use my worthless art supplies
They'll be my bowie knife.
It's just a headcold,
This is just a passing phase,
It's the teenage days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or keep up your retreat?
Or contemplate the superhighway?
Does your friend still feel so leet?
Would you like to learn to draw? Would'ya?
Do you just like to watch me fall?
Did you know my dad's a cop?
Do you want the whining stopped?
Why won't you give my lesson?

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