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STAY TUNE at CREAM PUFF LIVE 3(Cover)

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STAY TUNE at CREAM PUFF LIVE 3(Cover) appears on CREAM PUFF LIVE 3 or a related official release. Entries are version-specific, keeping live, remix, and rearranged recordings separate from the original.

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Stay tune in Tokyo Friday night
Oh Good time 癒えない like The "Dead rising" soon
No matter where I search, I can't find it
A good girl who dodges my eyes
I'm tired of seeing nothing but balloons
I'm sick of it already
I always searching for a piece so long time
Attacking, a bad girl of corpses
I can't wait for coincidence
I'm sick of it already
Those wearing brands, good night already
Those waiting at M, good night already
Those who are only smart, good night already
Those who are broad but shallow, good night already
23 Haunted now the time
"SAT" Scramble comin'
Somebody to love, even if I put on a cool face, can't find
A good girl who makes no footsteps
I'm sick of hearing nothing but proverbs
I'm sick of it already
Let a sexy mouth break into a smile
Let me hear a peaceful story
Stare at me with a cool gaze
Just once, test me
Those wearing brands, good night already
Those waiting at M, good night already
Those who are only smart, good night already
Those who are broad but shallow, good night already
Stay tune in Tokyo Friday night
Oh Good time 癒えない like The "Dead rising" soon
23 Haunted now the time
"SAT" Scramble comin'

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