| The Universe, she’s wounded
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| She’s got bruises on her feet
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| I sat down like I always did
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| And tried to calm her down
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| I sent her my warmth and my silence
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| And all she sends me back is rain. |
| .. rain
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| The Universe, she’s wounded
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| But she’s still got infinity ahead of her
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| She’s still got you and me
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| And everybody says that she’s beautiful
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| The Universe, she’s dancing now
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| They got her lit up, lit up on the moon
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| They got stars doing cartwheels, all the nebulas on the tune
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| And the Universe, she’s whispering so softly I can hear all
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| The croaking insects, all the taxicabs, all the bum’s spent change
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| All the boys playing ball in the alleyways
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| They’re just folds in her dress
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| The Universe, she’s wounded
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| But she’s still got infinity ahead of her
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| She’s still got you and me
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| And everybody says that she’s beautiful
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| And everybody says. |