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She's watching the silent days go by |
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Praying for man and his never ending crime |
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Dreaming of the winds in the willows |
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City night's knocking on her windows |
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She stays in, stays out of sin |
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She's just that way |
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Praying for the children in need |
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Acheing in her wounds makes her quiver, makes her bleed |
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She doesn't want a life of constant yerning, |
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City lights flashing and wings are burning |
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Too damn wise to compromise |
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She's just that way |
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53rd street Last Virgin lives for the day she'll see the light |
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Lonely Last Virgin knows what it takes to do things right |
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In her heart, in her head, when she's laying on her bed |
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Lonely Last Virgin knows what it takes to do things right |
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Voices haunting her sometimes |
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Visions of the end painting shadows in her eyes |
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She's a silent word in the story |
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A halo of light on frozen glory |
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Not too wise for paradise |
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She's on her way |
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53rd street Last Virgin lives for the day she'll see the light |
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Lonely Last Virgin knows what it takes to do things right |
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In her heart, in her head, when she's crying on her bed |
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Only Last Virgin knows how it aches to do things right |
