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It's the
Hiroshima gonna sing along with no tear,
with no tear.
Rolling like a pig from Mexico,
it hits my burning heart to the dark side road in San Diego.
San Diego.
Cross my fingertips for a rhyming song,
It's the Hiroshima gonna sing along with no tear,
The
shows
must be canceled.
At
the celebration day in October,
The amazing artists must be gone.
Oh, they must be gone.
Don't put your finger into my mouth,
please.
We just try facing blank in our vision house.
A spinning silence appears on my radio.
It changed my city and changed my country home.
Oh,
my country home.
Oh,
sometimes I feel like I'm walking under your guarantee.
Oh,
sometimes I feel like I'm walking under your knees.
Oh,
sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a son of a *.
Oh, sometimes.
I won't be afraid.
I won't be afraid.
There's still 2,500 miles from
my vessel.
He said, Hey, honey,
across the rainbow.
Oh,
hey,
shout out to Honolulu.
Under your guarantee
Or sometimes
I feel like I'm walking
Under your knee
Or sometimes
I
feel like I'm talking
To a syphilis
Or sometimes