It's just a slow progression
High-speed driving north Route 95
And to the west five-dozen friends
I'd like to blend my double life
But it's the same old heirloom
Same old bedrooms that hide our secret lives
Yes it's the same old lovers, the same old covers
That warm us through the night, my Tokyo sky.
My Tokyo sky [x3]
I miss my fornication queen
My nation mourns her shortened life.
And to the east my Japanese
Los Angeles swings through my mind.
And it's the same old doorways, the same old runways
That launch us towards the sky.
Yes it's the same old lovers, the same old covers
That hide my double life, my Tokyo sky
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