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(She's A) Universal Emptiness |
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And She Sits There By The Wall |
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Making Holes Where I Just Stood |
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And Her Hands They Touch Her Face |
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Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood |
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And She Holds On To A Memory |
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Of Something I Never Said |
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But She Still Can't Quite Remember |
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If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead |
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She's The Mother Of Us All |
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She's The Victim Of My Sadness |
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And The More She Tries To Know It |
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The More She'll Never FIll It |
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She's A Universal Emptiness |
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A Universal Emptiness |
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She's A Universal Emptiness |
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And A Total Lack Of Faith |
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And I Saw Her Once Before |
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Down On Her Bended Knees |
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Through A Window Of The Church At Night |
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Confessing To The Broken Priest |
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She Is Holy, As All Women Are |
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And She Suffers Like A Saint |
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Yeah She Touched My Hand With Cruelty |
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But I Was Punished Far Too Late |
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She's The Mother Of Us All |
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She's The Victim Of My Sadness |
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And The More She Tries To Know It |
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The More She'll Never FIll It |
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She's A Universal Emptiness |
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A Universal Emptiness |
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She's A Universal Emptiness |
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And A Total Lack Of Faith |
