| Since we last loved Gloria
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| The sun’s been up and down that many times
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| Since we last loved Gloria
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| I’ve been sharing love with women of kinds
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| Summer ends and leaves start dying
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| You won’t see a robin crying
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| He knows where the sun is hiding
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| To another nest he’s flying
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| You gave me reason now I’ve gotta roam
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| 'cos the road I’m on gal won’t run me home
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| Hear my words Gloria
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| Echoing from mountains with a cry
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| Hear my words Gloria
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| You’ll see them gal reflecting off the sky
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| Hear it in the cold wind blowing
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| Hear it in the river’s flowing
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| Nowhere in the mind that’s growing
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| See 'cos the cards that’s showing
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| You gave me reason now I’ve gotta roam
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| 'cos the road I’m on gal won’t run me home
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| Summer ends and leaves start dying
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| You won’t see robin crying
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| He knows where the sun is hiding
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| To another nest he’s flying
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| You gave me reason now I’ve gotta roam
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| 'cos the road I’m on gal won’t run me home
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| 'cos the road I’m on gal won’t run me home |