Soryuu City lyrics by Oni Oshitoto and the Shibuya Happy Band

 


Soryuu City lyrics by Oni Oshitoto and the Shibuya Happy Band


**(Music starts: Upbeat, cheerful, with a marimba-like melody)**


**(Verse 1)**

Welcome to Soryuu City, sorry you have no life!

Where the sun is always shining on a world of silent strife!

The water's warm and blue, just like the mood you're always in,

Another day begins, so let the disappointment begin!


**(Chorus)**

In Soryuu City, the smiles are all a lie!

We see the hope just flicker and die in your eyes!

You wanna be the very best, like no one ever was?

Too bad your dreams are built on fractured glass!

It's a Soryuu life, a "sorry" life for you!


**(Verse 2)**

Stroll along the boardwalk where the happy couples walk!

Hear the cheerful music while you're dealing with the shock

That every application and every "hello" said

Is just another brick to build the dread inside your head!


**(Chorus)**

In Soryuu City, the smiles are all a lie!

We see the hope just flicker and die in your eyes!

You wanna be the very best, like no one ever was?

Too bad your dreams are built on fractured glass!

It's a Soryuu life, a "sorry" life for you!


**(Bridge)**

Every call you make goes straight to voicemail!

Every single plan is guaranteed to fail!

But the sun won't stop beaming, the waves won't stop their crashin'!

And your spirit won't stop its slow-motion smashin'!


**(Chorus)**

In Soryuu City, the smiles are all a lie!

We see the hope just flicker and die in your eyes!

You wanna be the very best, like no one ever was?

Too bad your dreams are built on fractured glass!

It's a Soryuu life, a "sorry" life for you!


**(Outro)**

Soryuu City!

(So sorry!)

Soryuu City!

(So sorry!)

Yeah, it's a Soryuu life for you!

(Sorry!)


AtilA 


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