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And she sits there by the wall Making holes where I just stood And her hands, they touch our face Like our faces made of wood And she holds on to a memory Something I never said But she still can’t quite remember If my eyes are blue or dead She’s the mother of us all She’s a victim of our sadness And the more she tries to know it The more she’ll never feel it She’s the universal emptiness The universal emptiness She’s the universal emptiness And a total lack of faith And I saw her once before Down on her bended knees Through a window of a church at night Confessing to a rogued priest She is holy as all women are And she suffers like a saint Yea she touched my hand with cruelty But was punished far too late Letras de canciones She’s the mother of us all She’s the guardian of our needs And the more she tries to save us The more she pulls us in She’s the universal emptiness The universal emptiness She’s the universal emptiness The universal emptiness She’s the universal emptiness The universal emptiness She’s the universal emptiness The universal emptiness She’s the universal emptiness (She’s the last mistake we’ll make) (She’s the last mistake we’ll make) (She’s the last mistake we’ll make) (She’s the last mistake we’ll make) (She’s the last mistake we’ll make) (She’s the last mistake…) (She’s the last mistake…) (She’s the last mistake…) (She’s the last mistake…) From Letras Mania