| 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 |