AWOL

But we can still run, my friend.
We can handle the road.
Trust me, I'm sure as
The wind rattles my bones.

We can run, my dear.
I don't care where we go.
We can break from the rainfall,
We can follow the snow

Let's run, beloved,
Just say the word,
We can pilfer their silence,
And start us a war.

Is this the end, love?
I'm not sure anymore,
Whether I'm waiting for you,
Or trying to catch up.

Beggin' you please,
I just wanna leave.
I don't care where we go,
S'long as you stay with me.

Let's run to France,
Those prissy, thin brats.
Sure I'll go, long's you got my back.
S'il vous plait, my ass.

Let's tear 'cross Venice,
Let's earn us some rights.
I hear they got water,
And skies made of ice.

How 'bout Beijing?
For me, my friend.
Wo xihuan Zhongguo,
Keshi wo shi Meiguo ren.

Let's swing by Amsterdam,
I hear they're sincere.
The history, the art,
Architecture and beer.

The U.K., I know,
We'll love that place.
Tea-drinkin' Mother Britain,
No denying their taste...

Tokyo, of course.
That young, vibrant feel.
Tributary no more,
She's got her own appeal.

Let's run, my friend,
We'll make your name known.
The 3 D's? Not really,
But I'll help you along.

Beggin' you please,
Don't forget about me,
I've no plan, no road,
Oh, indecision is cold.

Let's run.

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For you, Rainy! Ni shi wo de ai!