STARCROSSED

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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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