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You are 18 year old girl who live in small city in Japan
and you heard me on the radio about one year ago
and you're wanting 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 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
At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if i did
You see ma, I'm a good little boy
It's all your fault, momma it's all your fault
goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send me your love from all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel
