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| SHIINA RINGO |
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| TSUMI TO BATSU "Crime and Punishment" |
| Yamate Street in the morning � so cold it burns my face I throw away an empty cigarette box Again today, my little room without even a place to step Indulges me my solitude Don�t love dangerous screams Don�t look to the future You can only be sure of now, so put it all up now Say my name right And touch my body At least grant me this; it�s all that�s necessary I cry out alone, I love you I messed around on the street at night, but found emptiness The light on the ticket-scanner isn�t even enough to cast your shadow Even far-off days of distorted uncertainty Call back the season that tastes of Seven Star The thing I hoped for itself Is easily more that a contradiction Such that even your voice, most beloved to be Has been made hoarse The german car and the patrol-car that break the silence... A siren, a loud roar The real world, a suspension |