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Spurs and Lakers will comeback
My ideal was gonna betray me
I ain't the sharpest sword on the hill
She was looking kind of cool
With her golden hair and sword
In front of me in the moonlight
Well, the swords start coming and they don't stop coming
Traced to the rules, and I hit the king running
Didn't make sense not to live for justice
Your swords get sharp, but your ideals dumb
So much to cook, so much to save
So what's wrong with being a hero?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never die when you are killed
Hey now, you're a shirou, get your trace on, go swords
Hey now, you're an Archer, get your ideals, go drown
And all that projects is swords
Only Tohsaka can stand the cold.