Wake up in Tokyo, feel like a torn soul,
I know it's time to grow.
I see Pinocchio wearing a poncho,
That's me some time ago...
Do I miss myself? Do I miss your face?
I don't know,I don't know.
Well, she walked away while her shoes were untied...
When the eyes were all red,
You could see that we'd cried.
And I watched, and I waited 'til she was inside,
Forcing a smile and waving goodbye...
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