It's just a slow progression
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High-speed driving north Route 95
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And to the west five-dozen friends
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I'd like to blend my double life
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But it's the same old heirloom
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Same old bedrooms that hide our secret lives
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Yes it's the same old lovers, the same old covers
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That warm us through the night, my Tokyo sky.
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My Tokyo sky [x3]
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I miss my fornication queen
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My nation mourns her shortened life.
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And to the east my Japanese
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Los Angeles swings through my mind.
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And it's the same old doorways, the same old runways
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That launch us towards the sky.
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Yes it's the same old lovers, the same old covers
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That hide my double life, my Tokyo sky
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My Tokyo sky [x3]
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Tokyo Sky
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| stellastarr* |
