The land of the Rising Sun it calls me
I must head across the sea
You can keep your Venice in Italy
It's Osaka in Japan for me
Shiranu ga hotoke
Shiranu ga hotoke
Maybe it is better not to know
I'm sorry girl, I have to let you go
She knows I'm a loner
But I'm big in Japan
I know I wouldn't have no other
So I keep both of my feet in the sand
Shiranu ga hotoke
Shiranu ga hotoke
Maybe it is better not to know
I'm sorry girl, I have to let you go
She told me, that she loved me
I told her I had to go away
To get home, to that island
I tried, and I tried, but I just could not say
I love you, I guess I loved you
But did I love you, more than yesterday?
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