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Şarkı Sözleri 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