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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Pine trees in the playgrounds |
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Around the empty school |
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A diary full of diagrams |
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A boy, perhaps a girl |
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Embarrassing confessions |
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Of a strange, forbidden love |
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On the cliffs above the river |
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He asks himself forever |
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Is there any reason not to die |
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If this love I feel must always be denied? |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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This rush to live |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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This wish to die |
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This purity, as cold as spring snow |
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In the wind on the island of Hokkaido |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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I long to see your face |
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From every angle all at once |
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Just like the faces in a Cubist composition |
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I remember in a film I saw they scanned somebody's brain |
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With a machine that let you feel all his emotion |
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Well I know that that was only science fiction |
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But I'm dying to make you feel the way I feel |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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This rush to live |
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Summer holiday 1999 |
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This wish to die |
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This purity, as cold as spring snow |
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In the wind on the island of Hokkaido |