The Barclay James Harvest - The Iron Maiden lyrics

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She walks on through the night

Her circumstances slight

Are only helping her to fail

And though she feels she's right

She tries with all her might

And makes the deepest peril pale

Oh, but she is unreal

Oh, but she doesn't feel

Oh, but she is unreal

She chooses who to love

And then unlike a dove

She takes the laughter from their smile

She wears a velvet glove

Her friends may find it rough

It is a gauntlet all the while

Oh, but she is unreal

Oh, but she doesn't feel

Oh, but she is unreal