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tell me, Kurumi
What do you see looking at this city
How do I look to you now?
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tell me, Kurumi
When I start to hear the sarcasm in someone’s kindness
What am I to do?
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tell me, Kurumi
If time will eventually wash it all away
then life must be a simple affair
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tell me, Kurumi
since then I haven’t cried once
but, neither have I had many good laughs
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- kurumi - mr. children
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you’re the echoes of my everything
you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night
you’re the laziness of afternoons
you’re the reason why i burst and why i bloom
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you’re the leaky sink of sentiment
you’re the failed attempts i never could forget
you’re the metaphors i can’t create
to comprehend this curse that i call love…
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how will i break the news to you?
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i remember you,
when you came to me upon the door,
dancing, laughing, and smiling,
as if you were meant to come here,
and consume me..
and take me away from the endless darkness of this room..
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i remember you,
your delicate voice,
and your wonderful, fragile soul,
as i sometimes forget how blessed i am,
to have an angel in my life,
and how cursed i am,
to throw it all away..
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needless fears… sometimes it’s what hold us back from doing the right thing…
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