LAX

I was at LAX
By myself
Feeling sore

I was missing my boys
Holding my cell
Sipping a cup of tea

How vulnerable I can be
To breathe the air of October
I started to walk through a crowd
Then I found you

You were at LAX
On the shelf
In the store

Vanishing noise
Like a spell
(Oh, come with me....)

How incredible I got to see you
On the cover of a magazine
You gave me the wings to fly to Tokyo

Mystery of coincidence
Mystery of coincidence
Maybe there is no coincidence
Maybe there is no coincidence

How incredible I got to see you
On the cover of a magazine
You gave me the wings to fly to Tokyo

You gave me the wings to fly to Tokyo
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