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Strange weather in Tokyo If I saw the light, would I know? She tiptoes to me in her sleeping clothes A million different people go to work Strange letters you left to me Burning in my drawer on the bowery Letters I cannot bear to read Far away from me as I can be Sha-la-la, oh my word How am I still unsure? I don't wanna think about you anymore Two bluebirds in Martha bar Two shoes on my feet Oh, to be a stranger on the street Gray, clever, dirty sheets West Virginia trees, in my teeth One more cigarette, in my tea leaves You predict the future for a fee Sha-la-la, oh my word How am I still unsure? I don't wanna think about you anymore Two bluebirds in Martha bar Two shoes on my feet Oh, to be a stranger on the street From Letras Mania