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4 word day sore dake ga shinjitsu nano ka yo
Mainaa na sucker town sorega kono machi sa
Buuto de buttonda freaky
na who whose whom
Noushintou Notorious ga notteru
Housoukinshiyougo dake sonna mainichi no katarai
Machikado wa hen na tame rai tsurezure ni tabi wa touzai
Sono
uchi ni kiki ga tourai kouhou ni wa enrai
Sondemotte toujou wa 16 beeto no break
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Harainoke migakinuke
Sagasu made Gold
Back to the front nante shareteru uchi ni
Kangae mo shinai koudou ni detari
Nanimo dekiyashinai kakuzuke nou
nashi to
Ittai dare ga kemeta.
Kobushi wo takaku agete ai wo toitari shinai
Mi wo horobosu no gomen, keredo hoji mo gomen da
Iigakari no kenryoku
iinogare no minshuu
Ishiki kojou hakari ima sentou kaishi
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Atozusari sakibashiri
Saigo ni wa Gold
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Harainoke migakinuke
Sagasu made Gold
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4 word day, That's all there is to the truth.
Minor sucker town, that's what this town is
Jumping in your boots, freaky who
whose whom
Cerebral concussion, we're joining the notorious
Only banned words, that sort of everyday talk
Come to the streetcorner for the dirty deeds, A tedious journey across
the country
The arrival of a crisis at that place, In the rear distant thunder
That sort of entrance, a 16 beat break
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood,
sweat, no tears
Ward it off, polished up
Searching until Gold
Back to the front, kinda joking around with me
Without thoughts, brought out in action
Nothing that you can do
easily, rating without merit,
Who in the world decided this.
Raising a fist high, without advocating love,
I apologize for ruining myself , but I also apologize for preserving myself.
The
pretext of political power is the excuse of the populance,
A measure of improvement of consciousness is now a battle commencement
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Drawing back, being forward
In the end Gold
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Ward it off polished up
Searching until Gold
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