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- 2015/06/11
- 12:02
Don't you know my right hand?
Don't you know my right hand?
They became missing.
Montage of the institution of a search for a wanted man It's distributed to a downtown.
Don't you know my right hand?
Don't you know my right hand?
They became missing.
Montage of the institution of a search for a wanted man It's distributed to a downtown.
I have to go to look for it right now.
Well, I have to find it early.
Stray dog which starves for a dream
It'll bark tonight.
Don't you know my right hand?
Don't you know my right hand?
They became missing.
Montage of the institution of a search for a wanted man It's distributed to a downtown.
I have to go to look for it right now.
Well, I have to find it early.
Stray dog which starves for a dream
It'll bark tonight.
By how to play the guitar which wasn't seen.
I'd like to do the how to sing which wasn't heard.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
Everyone is weak for man.
A dream comes true certainly.
I have begun to sleep in the inside of a pupil.
The heart which isn't sprained
Soon, it seems to spill from an eye.
A reason of a tear can't be called.
Even if I hunt for today and tomorrow.
I'd look for something.
By how to shape the microphone which wasn't seen.
The how to sing which wasn't heard is done.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
By how to play the guitar which wasn't seen.
I'd like to do the how to sing which wasn't heard.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
Everyone is weak for man.
A dream comes true certainly.
I have begun to sleep in the inside of a pupil.
The heart which isn't sprained
Soon, it seems to spill from an eye.
A reason of a tear can't be called.
Even if I hunt for today and tomorrow.
I'd look for something.
By how to shape the microphone which wasn't seen.
The how to sing which wasn't heard is done.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
I have to go to look for it right now.
Well, I have to find it early.
Stray dog which starves for a dream
It'll bark tonight.
By how to play the guitar which wasn't seen.
I'd like to do the how to sing which wasn't heard.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
Everyone is weak for man.
A dream comes true certainly.
I have begun to sleep in the inside of a pupil.
The heart which isn't sprained
Soon, it seems to spill from an eye.
A reason of a tear can't be called.
Even if I hunt for today and tomorrow.
I'd look for something.
By how to shape the microphone which wasn't seen.
The how to sing which wasn't heard is done.
So
Don't you know my right hand?
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