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I'm always looking for proof of my existence
and I realize that it's been in my right pocket all along.
It's a clear, blue sky today
which makes the world look transparent.
For the me who always gives up saying "I'll never find it"
and for you who always comforts me by saying "It can be found"
there is no change to what it means to live.
If this melody on the verge of breaking
can spin out just one true note
even if everything I've believed in so far is a lie
it all wouldn't matter.