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With you, these streets are heaven
Now home feels so far and
They told me I was mistaken, infatuatied
and I was afraid to trust my hardships

Now I am ready

Daddy don't be mad that I'm leaving
Please let me me worry about me
Mommy don't you worry about me
This is my story

Through mountains high and vallies low
The ocean through the desert snow
We'll say goodbye to the friends we know
This is our Exodus 04

Through traffic jams in Tokyo
New music on the radio
We'll say goodbye to the friends we know
This is our Exodus 04

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