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Oh, 41, bring us back everything we lost in the phe-nomenon that devastated Tokyo
We prayed for the day the savior would come
To hold us like children in baskets of slavery
We prayed for the day the savior would come
We are his children; we are his slaves (playthings)
We prayed for the day the savior would come
We are his children; we are his playthings
Thou has forsaken me, but how can I stand with no ground below me
Thou has forsaken me
But still I follow, still I follow
Cities falling - we can rebuild it
Another version of Tokyo rising up until it falls again
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