Virgin State Of Mind

There's a chair in my head
 On which I used to sit
 Took a pencil and I wrote
 The following on it
 Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
 Dig it up, throw it at me
 Dig it up, throw it at me
 Where can I run to?
 Where can I hide?
 Who will I turn to?
 Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
 Got a knife to disengage
 The voids that I can't bear
 To cut out words I've got written
 On my chair, like
 Do you think I'm sexy?
 Do you think I really care?
 Can I burn the mazes I grow?
 Can I? I don't think so
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 Can I burn the mazes I grow?
 Can I? I don't think so
 Where can I run to?
 Where can I hide?
 Who will I turn to?
 Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
 Virgin state of mind
 Virgin state of mind
 Virgin state of mind