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You are 18 year old girl who live in small city of Japan andyou heard me on the radio about one year ago and youwanted to know all about me and my hobbies my favorite food and my birthday
Why are you so far away from me?I need help and you're way across the sea I could never touch you -I think it would be wrong But I've got your letter and you've got my song
They don't make stationery like this where I'm from -so fragile so refined So I sniff and I lick your envelope andfall to little pieces every time I wonder what clothes you wear to school;I wonder how you decorate your room Iwonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea
At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk I thought the older women wouldlike me if I did
You see, ma, I'm a good little boy It's all your fault,momma, it's all your faultgoddamn, this business is really lame I gotta live on anisland to find the juice So you send me your love from allaround the world As if I could live on words and dreamsand a million screams Oh how I need a hand in mine, to feel
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