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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 |