I like this one, and I think the video is important because it's about being comfortable with who you are. Loving your own skin I suppose, and understanding that you aren't alone.
[ooc: I wanted to use Kite's song "Dead or Alive" but I couldn't find either the lyrics or the translations for it...so instead, I present to you this
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The Yagyuu I know doesn't relate best to a song with lyrics like 'I don't wish to let you discover my love so easily yet, do you understand? I'm also worried that you may leave me just like that without coming back ... My gal.'
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city under a halo of lights The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun I'm the one that's from the way outside I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood And the resident leader at the lost and found
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I like this one, and I think the video is important because it's about being comfortable with who you are. Loving your own skin I suppose, and understanding that you aren't alone.
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I'm also worried that you may leave me just like that without coming back ... My gal.'
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Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I'll give you something to cry about.
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
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