| The sun’s tolling bell, subterranean eyes
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| A thousand to one, the factory line
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| Stars outside the window flicker and shine
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| The hollow headed morning isn’t blind
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| A mountain of nails burn in your hands
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| Here I give all I am
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| Gloria
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| I get down on my knees
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| Further from my own
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| A tower of stones, sympathy’s shade
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| Ride a white horse, the drowned on parade
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| A diamond headed serpent climbs a vine
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| See all the lonely children lose their minds
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| A mountain of dust burns in your mouth
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| Here there’s no north, just south
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| Gloria
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| I get down on my knees
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| Further from my own
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| Thirst swollen tongue, an arcadian twist
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| The sleepwalk is done, yet the notion persists
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| Cars outside the window careening by
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| The hollow headed morning is unkind
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| Gloria
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| I get down on my knees
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| Further from my own
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| Gloria
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| I get down on my knees
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| Further from my own
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| Under a cliff, darkness denied
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| Here I have seen the light
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| Here I have seen the light
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| Here I have seen the light
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| Here I have seen the light
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| Here I have seen the light
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| Here I have seen
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| Here I have seen
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| Here I have seen the light, the light
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| Here I have seen the light |