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They don't make stationary like this where I'm from
So fragile, so refined
So I sniff and I lick
Your envelope and fall to little pieces every time

I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself
And curse myself for being across the sea

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea
I could never touch you, I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter, you've got my song

And then I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if I did
You see mom, I'm a good little boy
It's all your fault, momma
It's all your fault

Goddamn, this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send me, your love from all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel

Why are you so far away from me?
Why are you so far away from me?
I could never touch you, I think it would be wrong
I've got your letter, you've got my song
I've got your letter, you've got my song