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You are eighteen year old girl, who live in small city of Japan
You heard me on the radio about one year ago
And you wanted 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, oh
I've got your letter
You've got my song
They don't make stationery like this
Where I'm from so fragile, so refined
So I sniff (so I sniff)
And I lick (and I lick)
Your envelope and fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself and
Curse myself for being across the sea
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, oh
I've got your letter
You've got my song
At ten I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if I did
You see mom, I'm a good little boy (good little boy)
It's all your fault
Momma, it's all your fault
It's all your fault
Goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice.
So you send (so you send)
Me your love (me your love)
From all around the world
As if I could live off words and dreams and a million screams
Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel
Why are you so far away from me?
Why are you so far away from me?
I could never touch you
I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter
You've got my song
(I've got your letter)
I've got your letter
You've got my song
