日本語版はこちら⏬️ 漂白剤ガチ勢 塩素派本流 https://suno.com/song/a8f55da1-8239-4f64-adf6-41c2c722b8e3 ---------------------------------- 🎶 Produced by TOOone ---------------------------------- tempo: 90BPM Kei : ト短調（Ｇマイナー・スケール） 🎼 Remaster 清潔こそ 我が人生 Cleanliness is my life. https://suno.com/song/69b68efb-5321-44cc-8a32-cc9d8fbf0862 🎵 Music & Arrangement: SUNO ver.6＋ 🎧 Genre Styling: [ reggae ]✖ [ ska] ✖ [ dub] 🔫 🎨 Cover Art Plan: TOOone 🖌️ Illustration: Google Flow ( nanoBANANA pro) 🔫 🎬 Music Video: ・Generation:LeonardoAI ・Editing: Filmora 15 ---------------------------------- Clean freaks? Sure, there’s plenty around But chlorine people are harder to find I went looking through the endless feed Then I found them my bleach hardcore breed One washed a watermelon head to toe One sprayed down a phone till it wouldn’t glow One wiped a handbag till the color was gone Everybody serious everybody moving on I found my people I should be glad Turns out I’m not the only one this bad But story by story line by line Why does it get a little sadder every time? Of course I’m a clean freak Not just tidy not that weak Disinfecting wipes in my right hand Kitchen bleach in my left Bleach hardcore chlorine-born Cleanliness fundamentalist sworn and worn Justice stands with those who fight the germs Probably Wiped down a wallet the leather died Cleaned the remote the letters said goodbye Washed the earbuds one side went dead Still I sanitized and moved ahead Favorite white shirt soaked too long Bright as heaven but the print was gone Everything spotless everything pure Collateral damage for the greater cure I read their failures one by one Every disaster means I’m not alone More comrades found more casualties Why does solidarity feel like tragedy? Share a drink? No, thank you “One little bite?” Hell no too Public slippers? What’s the plan? Hot spring, sauna? Never been Door handles railings elevator keys Invisible enemies surrounding me Phone gets wiped six times a day One fingerprint and I’m back in the fray “You really don’t have to go that far” Yeah, I’ve heard that wherever we are But you don’t see what I can see Something is waiting on every surface for me I lost some colors I lost some words A phone or two may have left this world Still I raise the chlorine flag Dreaming of a world sealed in a bag Of course I’m a clean freak A little extreme chlorine elite Disinfecting wipes in my right hand Kitchen bleach in my left Bleach hardcore still marching on Cleanliness fundamentalist from dusk till dawn Justice stands with those who fight the germs Even if my smartphone never returns Justice stands with those who fight the germs Justice will stand with me No warranty
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