| You are eighteen year-old girl who live in small city of Japan
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| You heard me on the radio about one year ago and you wanted to know
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| All about me and my hobbies
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| My favorite food and my birthday
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| Why are you so far away from me?
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| I need help and you’re way across the sea
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| I could never touch you — I think it would be wrong
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| I’ve got your letter, you’ve got my song
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| They don’t make stationery like this where I’m from
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| So fragile, so refined
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| So I sniff, and I lick, your envelope
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| And fall to little pieces every time
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| I wonder what clothes you wear to school
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| I wonder how you decorate your room
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| I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea
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| Why are you so far away from me?
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| I need help and you’re way across the sea
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| I could never touch you — I think it would be wrong
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| I’ve got your letter, you’ve got my song
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| At 10, I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
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| I thought the older women would like me if I did
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| You see, ma, I’m a good little boy (good little boy)
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| It’s all your fault, momma, it’s all your fault!
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| Goddamn, this business is really lame
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| I gotta live on an island to find the juice
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| So you send me your love from all around the world
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| As if I could live on
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| Words and dreams and a million screams
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| Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel…
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| Why are you so far away from me?
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| Why are you so far away from me?
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| I could never touch you — I think it would be wrong
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| I’ve got your letter, You’ve got my song
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| (I've got your letter) I’ve got your letter, You’ve got my song |