The person in the military ID doesn't
look the same he did a few hours ago
because he got tore up in Japan
listening to the VAMPS
drinking lime chu-hi and sake,
dancing, yes, dancing all night
(girls like a guy who will dance)
Then that one girl who smelled like
sakura in a soap, grabbed his hand,
ran out in the rain, pressed against
him to get warm again. But during
typhoon season, everyone stays
wet and cold in Tokyo, that's why,
they drink and dance, drink and drink.
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