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I think it was Thursday, I think it was late
Nineteen-thirty eight
Got a letter from Hiro, but left out the date
He said he was waiting for an outbreak
Took a look in the mirror, should have been me
But there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to see
I draw apart the curtains, trying to look downstairs
It was utterly futile, so I combed my hair

But all the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro came too late

Communication keeps me out of touch
The sense means nothing, well, nothing much
Like the sign on the door, too hard to see, too soft to touch
The age of reason is out to lunch

But all the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro, came too late

9 o'clock in the morning, sun rising in my head
And I'm not quite sure if I'm just insecure
Or if the problem is simply that we really don't understand
About the guns and the crossfire, and the social disease
And while the sun was rising somewhere in the east
And then a frag meant more to Hiro than to me

But all the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro came too late

All the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro came too late
Too late, too late, too late, too late