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The Water Jet Cilice Lyrics
I knew this one girl
Drowned in her own curls
Candy colored swirls
That never seemed to end
I could not comprehend
Half what she said to me
So casually
All our tender ears would bend
Tales of ritual self-torture
She's making you abort your
Carefully laid plans
To make a final stand
Rest the world to hand
Scoreless victory for serendipity
Drowned in her own curls
Candy colored swirls
That never seemed to end
Half what she said to me
So casually
All our tender ears would bend
She's making you abort your
Carefully laid plans
To make a final stand
Rest the world to hand
Scoreless victory for serendipity
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Now self-torture has a name.
o the things you'll do for love