Текст песни Swans - (she`s A) Universal Emptiness
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And She Sits There By The WallMaking Holes Where I Just StoodAnd Her Hands They Touch Her FaceLike Her Face Is Made Of WoodAnd She Holds On To A MemoryOf Something I Never SaidBut She Still Can`t Quite RememberIf My Eyes Are Blue Or DeadShe`s The Mother Of Us AllShe`s The Victim Of My SadnessAnd The More She Tries To Know ItThe More She`ll Never FIll ItShe`s A Universal EmptinessA Universal EmptinessShe`s A Universal EmptinessAnd A Total Lack Of FaithAnd I Saw Her Once BeforeDown On Her Bended KneesThrough A Window Of The Church At NightConfessing To The Broken PriestShe Is Holy, As All Women AreAnd She Suffers Like A SaintYeah She Touched My Hand With CrueltyBut I Was Punished Far Too LateShe`s The Mother Of Us AllShe`s The Victim Of My SadnessAnd The More She Tries To Know ItThe More She`ll Never FIll ItShe`s A Universal EmptinessA Universal EmptinessShe`s A Universal EmptinessAnd A Total Lack Of Faith