Not even China

Don’t dream, don’t dream, don’t read me

Until our lashes blot out the day’s seams

Don’t dream, don’t dream, never read me,

Fate will hold your tongue and fold it

Keep me, keep me, in your treasure box, dear

Never, ever, ever, lift it

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me gently

In the, night time, don’t forget me.

Kill me before I come around.

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