| With a bold and sudden calling
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| Western Revolution’s starting
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| Let our hearts be open to it pacifist nation
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| Riding on a penny-farthing, It’s the flag of our sun rising
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| Warding evil spirits like an ICBM
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| On the train tracks, running along the line
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| Let us move forward, don’t look behind
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| Boys and girls becoming like samurai
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| Just like those from our previous life
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| Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light
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| Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind
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| This bouquet that surrounds
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| Is iron poison, see?
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| Looking down at us from that big guillotine
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| Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know
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| The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore
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| We are still far away from reaching clear blue skies
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| Go ahead, keep shooting, with that ray gun, fight!
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| Veterans who’ve trained through struggles are now officers in battle
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| Here and there, we see the harlots in procession
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| This one, that one, doesn’t matter, every single person gathers
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| March on to our saintly deaths now!
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| Passing through the gates on the mountain peaks
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| Escaping this world, kill all the evil fiends
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| Surely this will end in a denouement
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| Among the crowds giving their applause
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| Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light
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| Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind
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| This bouquet that surrounds
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| Is iron poison, see?
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| Looking down at us from that big guillotine
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| Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know
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| The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore
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| We are still far away from reaching peaks of hope
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| Go ahead, keep shooting, use the flashing bolt!
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| On the train tracks, running along the line
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| Let us move forward, don’t look behind
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| Boys and girls becoming like samurai
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| Just like those from our previous life
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| Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light
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| Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind
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| That bouquet that surrounds
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| Is iron poison, see?
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| Leaping down to us from that big guillotine
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| Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light
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| Once your song can be heard, we’ll dance with all our might
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| This bouquet that surrounds
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| Is iron poison, see?
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| Go ahead, keep shooting, with that ray gun, lead |