She walks on through the night
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Her circumstances slight
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Are only helping her to fail
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And though she feels she's right
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She tries with all her might
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And makes the deepest peril pale
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Oh, but she is unreal
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Oh, but she doesn't feel
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Oh, but she is unreal
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She chooses who to love
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And then unlike a dove
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She takes the laughter from their smile
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She wears a velvet glove
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Her friends may find it rough
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It is a gauntlet all the while
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Oh, but she is unreal
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Oh, but she doesn't feel
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Oh, but she is unreal
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The Iron Maiden
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| The Barclay James Harvest |
