| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Six in the morning and I’m up with the crows
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| In Roppongi Hills where everybody knows
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| On a clear day you can see Mount Fuji from here
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| If the clouds are high and the ozone’s clear
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| But me I’m gazing at the mademoiselle
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| In the billboard across the road from the grand Hotel
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| She’s standing at her window gazing at the morning sun
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| And I’m just like her, waiting for my lover to come
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Seven in the evening and she’s running late
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| But I’m a man in love and I don’t mind the wait
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| When she comes she’s a symphony in woman form
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| Sparkling eyes beneath a fringe, and her hands are warm
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| I got us a table in a European restaurant
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| Where the pomodoro sauce is exactly how you want
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| Her English sucks and my Nihongo’s every bit as bad
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| But we’ve just about more fun than anybody ever had
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Now she’s holding my hand in front of Murukami’s jellyfish
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| In Shimo-Kitazawa in a funky coffee shop we kissed, and it was bliss
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| I’ve never known love as sweet and exquisite as this
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| Two AM in Adachi-ku and it’s love
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| She’s everything and more than I was even dreaming of
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| Her wig’s on the stand, and her elegant frame
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| Surrenders in my arms, as I breathe her name
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| And the night grows deeper as the love descends
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| A prayer in my heart we’ll never be apart again
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| Tokyo, Dublin, it’s but a blink of an eye
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| Carve it on the sun and paint it all over the sky
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars
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| Didn’t we walk on water, didn’t we touch the stars |