| Me and my cousin were walking one day
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| By the Dairy Queen drive-thru down by the highway
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| And he found some flowers, a busted bouquet
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| And he put a hydrangea in his hair
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| Some kids at the Dairy Queen were calling him gay
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| And then to my surprise I knew just what to say
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| I said, «Boys, if you’re looking for your worthiness
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| Well it’s already there»
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| Gloria
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| No more nightmares of a lack of love
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| No need to win the race to face your father
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| Me and my cousin were at the arcade
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| In a fathom of blood, we were constantly slain
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| And we watched the progress of our three-letter names
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| 'Til we stumbled outside to the night air
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| And there was a man, with a coat and a cane
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| He was mumbling things about the world gone insane
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| He said, «Boys, if you’re looking for your innocence
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| Well it’s already there»
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| Gloria
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| No more nightmares of a lack of love
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| No need to win the race to face your father
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| Gloria
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| No more nightmares of a lack of love
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| No need to win the race to face your father
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| Gloria
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| No more nightmares of a lack of love
|
| No need to win the race to face your father
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| Gloria
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| No more nightmares of a lack of love
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| No need to win the race to face your father |