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Hokkaido
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It's the same, we're the gateways, and you know we'll see the time, we're the gateways.
It's the same, we're the blastwaves, and you know we'll see the light, we're the gateways.
It's the same, we're all blind , and you know we'll see the fire, like a gaslight.
It's the same, we're the ladders, and you know we'll see so high, but where's the nowhere?
And we'll see, who's the brave guy, and we seek where is the sign, Where's the nowhere?
It's the same, we're all blind, our escape is the sight.
And there's nowhere we belong.
I'll take you down again, or burn this town again, it's my duty.
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The tear of the right eye will never touch the tear of left eye.
As our paths never meet at least a thousand years.
Have you ever turned off the light that shines down on your door?
Sounds of echo can create some doubts.
Sheets of paper will burn in my hands.
There's some actions, on these wasteland that you adore.
And these actions are the best things you will do.
Pull me under now, to see me sad.
The boy with a growing disease, the man I am.
Have you ever cut off the wires? the ones who connects you to the world.
Sounds of echo can create some doubts.
Sheets of paper will burn in my hands.
There's some actions, on this wasteland that you adore.
And these actions are the best things you will do.
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I'm so ready to know, and I'm ready to fall down, my girl.
I'm searching revelations, in this world, Christine.
Set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which till lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands. Make yourself believe the truth of my words, that certain moments are torn from us, that some are gently removed, and that others glide beyond our reach. Pay close heed to the problem, you will find that the largest portion of our life passes while we are doing ill, a goodly share while we are doing nothing, and the whole while we are doing that which is not to the purpose. What man can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is dying daily?
For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; 'cause the major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands, so hold every hour in your grasp.
Lay hold of today's task, and you will not need to depend so much upon tomorrow's.
While we are postponing, life speeds by.
Nothing is ours, except time.
And so now that I know, I am ready to live, my girl.
There is no redemption, as I heard, in these words.
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