Cross my heart hope to die, stick a thousand needles in my eye
If I live to see another day
Stick one thousand more
If then I live to breathe once more
Blind fold my life as my eyes are sore
If then I become weak of the dark
Then show me little light as I refuse to live little
Keep me contained in a box not fragile
And stamp ship to china on the side
Send me to a place where my face has not been seen
Send me to a place where I no longer need to hide
Wrap me up in bandages
And don't tell anyone where I have been
Cross your heart hope to die, stick a thousand needles in
your eye?
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