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In Don Quijote and Village Vanguard,
We had no place to belong.
But that was just fine.

Black or white,
Shade or light,
Right or left,
What’s it all about?
Hey, which way are we going?
In campus life,
I’m totally a loner.
Never been in a fight,
Can’t talk to girls, such a klutz, yeah.
Which way are we going?
An ego soaked in oil,
Everyone’s judging, left and right, watching you.
With this, we can’t get anywhere.
Local punks at Don Quijote,
Then there’s Village Vanguard with its subculture novels.
One step into Don Quijote, danger awaits.
Back then, Village Vanguard had a cool vibe.
Of course, Don Quijote was the hangout, parking lot style,
Moving on to the next with the punk car march.

But at Village Vanguard, the schedule was off.
A quirky pouch, it’s pricey, you know?
Bumping shoulders, a group lynch.
With antennas up, we’re sensitive to the vibe.
Short-term losses, but we’re feeling the future.
Trends are cheap, but now we’re flipping the script.
Feeling the badge in the three-chome complex.
Wherever we go, we’re on edge, swords drawn.
Don Quijote, Village Vanguard, Don Quijote, Village Vanguard,
More and more, Village Don, Village Vanguard bang.

Again, it’s a low buy at Wasa Wasa.
This is just my life.
Here, there, everywhere, which way?
Following the path,
Love and dance, alright.
Every time, this is just my life.

Dark gray, close to black,
Light gray, close to white,
Vulgar and pulling out the drawers,
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere, right?

You and I,
Trendy and minor,
Don Quijote, Village Vanguard,
I don’t get it, I don’t get it.
Hey, which way are we going?
In the music scene, I’m a loner.
No buzz, no worldview,
Not cool enough, such a simpleton, yeah.
Which way are we going?
An ego soaked in oil,
Everyone’s judging, left and right, watching you.
With this, we can’t get anywhere.
At Don Quijote club, we’re wild,
Then at Village Vanguard fest, we’re standing tall.
One step into Don Quijote, tough tattoos.
Back then, Village Vanguard was all about the good vibes.
LDH, tear-jerker compilation,
New wave ahead, 100 steps in the future.
Watching the dungeon,
Watching the dungeon,
DJ Matsunaga, yeah, I’m watching too.
Athletic hierarchy, carnivorous,
Cultural hierarchy, herbivorous.
Hey, can you drink? Hey, are you throwing it away?
Do you know this? Do you not know?
Let’s keep that in mind.
I’m a junior to someone,
And I know someone who knows someone.
Don Quijote, Village Vanguard, Don Quijote, Village Vanguard,
More and more, Village Don, Village Vanguard bang.

Again, it’s a low buy at Wasa Wasa.
This is just my life.
Here, there, everywhere, which way?
Following the path,
Love and dance, alright.
Every time, this is just my life.

Dark gray, close to black,
Light gray, close to white,
Vulgar and pulling out the drawers,
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere.
You know, you know,
I just can’t fit in anywhere, right?

In Don Quijote and Village Vanguard,
We had no place to belong.
But that was just fine.
Again, in Don Quijote and Village Vanguard,
We had no place to belong.

But that was just fine.
C to R to E to E to P to Y to N to U to T to S da blah.
In the world of black, white, hip, hop, rock,
Everyone jump up.
D to Q to N to climb up,
Even the buttoned-up ones.
All the bad and good,
Everyone’s mixed up,
Rapper, DJ, free-spirited,
Musicians in the pit,
Love and dance, alright.
Going back and forth, repeating it.
Here, there, everywhere, which way?
If you follow the path, in the end,
You know, you know,
We just can’t fit in anywhere.