| Outside I can hear the fireworks
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| Beyond the paper walls
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| Where the symbols painted black and white
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| Run together when the rain falls
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| And the wind chimes across Kyoto
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| Each time the earth moves
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| Was it the quake that shook me
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| Or was it something to do with you
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| And the hot wind heats the bamboo blinds
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| And your almond eyes always shine
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| Sitting cool behind your painted fan
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| All the secrets of the east
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| Conceal the beauty and the beast
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| For tender is the man in her Japanese hands
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| Flesh on silk looks different
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| Than on a cotton sheet back home
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| Where no one wears their hair like yours
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| Beneath those oriental combs
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| And with your thirsty fingers
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| Running up and down my spine
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| You forget the western woman
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| When you’re sleeping on Kyoto time
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| And the sky explodes
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| And the moon grows cold
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| To the distant sound of drums
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| And the sky explodes
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| And the moon grows cold
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| As the dragons on the mainland
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| Wait to heat the sun |