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The waters too cold I can't walk on it This bread too stale I can't give you my flesh The loaves and fishes and water to wine are just parlor tricks Did you know I used to be daddy's little girl Couldn't beget blood from a stone but I can separate gristle and bone Dymphna Dymphna Saint Bring me your mad old daft we'll dance in the street Bring me your hungry and cold We all love a parade I'll steal you thoughts and hopes give you pretty things Tied up with baubles and bows and you won't feel anything Dymphna Dymphna Saint From Letras Mania