| Afternoon
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| I am a strict samurai
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| with a sharpened sword,
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| and I don't need heaven
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| my God, my duty,
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| my duty, my home
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| it's nobody's fault,
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| what makes me so sad about it...
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| And during the day
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| I will burn bridges again
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| cut the ropes
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| clutching your “love” in your teeth,
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| I will dance in front of you
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| another can-can
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| no one has to know
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| how heavy is my trap...
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| And at night,
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| when the soul flies
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| and does what he wants
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| while I fall asleep -
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| she flies where the light is,
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| where you are, my love.
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| And she has no barriers -
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| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her?
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| And here I am again
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| with you, with you, with you...
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| With you, with you, with you...
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| With you.
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| With you.
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| Afternoon
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| already a year
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| like that learned cat
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| all around the chain, -
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| here is the circle, here is the chain,
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| my duty, my home,
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| it's nobody's fault,
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| what makes me so sad about it...
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| And so
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| I am a strict samurai
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| with a sharpened sword,
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| and I don't need heaven
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| and burned bridges
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| and it doesn't hurt anymore
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| for each exhalation "you" -
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| there is a "delete" key...
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| And at night,
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| when the soul flies
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| and does what he wants
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| while I fall asleep -
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| she flies where the light is,
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| where you are, my love.
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| And she has no barriers -
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| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her?
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| And here I am again
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| with you, with you, with you...
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| With you, with you, with you...
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| And at night,
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| when the soul flies
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| and does what he wants
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| while I fall asleep -
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| she flies where the light is,
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| where you are, my love.
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| And she has no barriers -
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| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her?
|
| And here I am again
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| with you, with you, with you...
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| With you, with you, with you...
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| With you, with you, with you...
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| With you.
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| With you.
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| With you. |