| Hey, Gloria, are you standing close to the edge?
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| Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision
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| Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie
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| The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify
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| Say your prayers and light a fire, we’re gonna start a war
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| Your slogan’s a gun for hire, it’s what we waited for…
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| Hey, Gloria, this is why we’re on the edge
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| The fight of our life’s been drawn to this undying love
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| Gloria! |
| ¡Viva la Gloria!
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| You blast your name in graffiti on the walls
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| Falling in broken glass that’s slashing through your spirit
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| I can hear it like a jilted crowd!
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| Gloria! |
| Where are you, Gloria?
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| You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
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| You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins
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| Ashes to ashes of our youth!
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| She smashed her knuckles into winter (Gloria!)
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| As autumn’s wind fades into black
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| She is the saint of all the sinners (Gloria!)
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| The one that’s fallen through the cracks
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| So don’t put away your burning light!
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| Gloria! |
| Where are you, Gloria?
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| Don’t lose your faith to your lost naiveté
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| Weather the storm, and don’t look back on last November
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| When your banners were burning down!
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| Gloria! |
| ¡Viva la Gloria!
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| Send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted
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| Bring us the season that we always will remember
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| Don’t let the bonfires go out!
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| So, Gloria, send out your message of
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| The light that shadows in the night
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| Gloria, where’s your undying love?
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| Tell me the story of your life, your life! |