All the marks on the body with crosses are a shame
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Seppuku under the sakura, do I need words?
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The very last motherfucker here cuts in two
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Myself to the west-east, west-east
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On the meridian to zero, evil and good
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For those or those you are impaled
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And the East still yells its arigato to me
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All the marks on the body with crosses are a shame
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Seppuku under the sakura, do I need words?
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The very last motherfucker here cuts in two
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Myself to the west-east, west-east
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On the meridian to zero, evil and good
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For those or those you are impaled
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And the East still yells its arigato to me
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I'm not a fist, a Siberian will be thrown for hashtags
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Either ronin or western asshole
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Isn't it exactly like that?
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Do not replace either the smell or the sunset
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All your western fuse from a bullet will sink like a pheasant
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If I go there, how many will I save?
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Who will prove to me that the shepherd is not a bitch?
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I'm not the leader and they're not in the commune
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Do I love my own people, not gooks?
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At what temperatures do people melt in this country?
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We will be white when a bullet divides the mass into two
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Red Walls clothed, dog
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Drag the rotten settled fat
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The blood of your ancestors was deftly washed away
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So take it and refresh!
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All the marks on the body with crosses are a shame
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Seppuku under the sakura, do I need words?
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The very last motherfucker here cuts in two
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Myself to the west-east, west-east
|
On the meridian to zero, evil and good
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For those or those you are impaled
|
And the East still yells its arigato to me
|
All the marks on the body with crosses are a shame
|
Seppuku under the sakura, do I need words?
|
The very last motherfucker here cuts in two
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Myself to the west-east, west-east
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On the meridian to zero, evil and good
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For those or those you are impaled
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And the East still yells its arigato to me |