Virginia - the people's champion '92
The whole world hides from you
But what can you do?
The dawn of a golden age of suffering
He loves you, doesn't he?
But what does it mean?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
A handshake, laid out like a welcome mat
Hanging on her victory lap
And what of that?
Virginia - in letters cut from magazines
It's written in my blood like ink
But what will they think?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
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Bryn Rich - Virginia Lyrics
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Virginia - the people's champion '92
The whole world hides from you
But what can you do?
The dawn of a golden age of suffering
He loves you, doesn't he?
But what does it mean?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
A handshake, laid out like a welcome mat
Hanging on her victory lap
And what of that?
Virginia - in letters cut from magazines
It's written in my blood like ink
But what will they think?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
The whole world hides from you
But what can you do?
The dawn of a golden age of suffering
He loves you, doesn't he?
But what does it mean?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
A handshake, laid out like a welcome mat
Hanging on her victory lap
And what of that?
Virginia - in letters cut from magazines
It's written in my blood like ink
But what will they think?
And no one ever told her
The weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
A spine that stands so quietly
A perfume that still lingers and reminds me
That she's gone
Writer: Bryn Rich
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