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
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(She's A) Universal Emtiness
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Swans |