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I'm walking down Roppongi |
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The night is hot and smoggy |
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I drink a little coffee |
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A sake and a beer |
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I run into a ginja man |
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He speaks but I don't understand |
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He grins at me and takes my hand |
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And whispers in my ear |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
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My senses all asunder |
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I stand and stare in wonder |
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There's bright light and there's thunder |
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In Pachinko land |
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Well versed in the way of Zen |
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My pockets lined full of yen |
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I walk the aisle and back again |
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And sit at Domo's hand |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
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I'm on the lexus fever |
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My hand tight on the lever |
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I'm shrieking like a diva |
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Staring in a trance |
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Turn the handle to the right |
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A stream of silver balls in flight |
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It screams and howls a blaze of light |
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The earth moves below me |
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I'm laughing tears of sheer delight |
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As I go Uchi Domi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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I play Deji Pachi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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I go Uchi Domi |
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In my Pachinko dream |
