The fallen madonna
Stripped from the clothes she once wore
Gone from a saint to a whore
Beautiful girl
Where were your eyes?
The fallen madonna
Benched at the end of the line
In the sunken cathedral of time
Beautiful girl
Caught in your own headlights
The fallen madonna
Asleep at the wheel
Taking the long way home
With a dream to kill
Singin, 'what do I know?
And who can I trust?
When all I can call my own
Is the memory of all I've lost'
I can't hold on anymore
I can't go it alone
I can't be hard anymore
I need somebody to hold me
Stripped from the clothes she once wore
Gone from a saint to a whore
Beautiful girl
Where were your eyes?
The fallen madonna
Benched at the end of the line
In the sunken cathedral of time
Beautiful girl
Caught in your own headlights
The fallen madonna
Asleep at the wheel
Taking the long way home
With a dream to kill
Singin, 'what do I know?
And who can I trust?
When all I can call my own
Is the memory of all I've lost'
I can't hold on anymore
I can't go it alone
I can't be hard anymore
I need somebody to hold me
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