in a minute i'll die of starvation.
i'll come back a ghost if i can haunt you and float around your room.
what do i do when you get close?
if i kissed your neck, would you slit my throat?
and i'm not imagining how you give me the shivers,
standing up to your waist in your river,
you're the sweetest boat-builder i think i've ever seen.
dream in japanese, dream in japanese,
some language i don't even know how to speak.
you're still pretty and i'm still choked up,
it's probably just the same.
i waste all my time just thinking of you.
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