Oh, the Sisters of Blindness
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from the Convent of the Broken Heart,
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they want to smother it with kindness,
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they want to tear it all apart.
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And there's a rock of sterile virtu'
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in the centre of the bay....
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I'm so sorry he hurt you,
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but don't throw yourself away.
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You only wanted to have some fun,
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you only wanted to try it;
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you only wanted to be someone,
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but everybody denies it. Why's it
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so hard to make you listen?
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Don't go and change your name:
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learning to lose can be
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the start of winning the game.
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You're so special, such sadness seems a shame.
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I know that you've got a service to catch,
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I wouldn't want you to miss it,
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but there's something so mismatched,
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some motive inexplicit...is it
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the call of the Convent?
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You only wanted to find someone
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or something more than pleasure;
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penitence for the Chosen One
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you can indulge at leisure -
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by the light of the sinking sun,
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don't turn your back on the treasure.
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Whether or not you want to face it,
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you're a beautiful girl
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and your lay-lady laughter
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has a right to be heard;
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but what can I give you
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if you've already got the Word?
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Don't go
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don't start
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don't take on
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the Habit of the Broken Heart
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The Habit Of The Broken Heart
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