| 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 |