| 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
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| Why’s it 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…
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| Is it 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, you’re a beautiful girl
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| And your lay-lady laughter has a right to be heard;
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| But what can I give you 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 |