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Arizona, United States 
I am not having sips of you right now.
You heard me on the radio about one year ago and you wanted to know
All about me and my hobbies
My favorite food and my birthday
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
They don't make stationery 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