| I had it all
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| Or I thought so anyway
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| And then there came the day
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| When I knew I’d been deceived
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| It was tailor made
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| The hole I’d dug myself
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| That morning they came knocking
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| Couldn’t blame nobody else
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| You make mistakes
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| Then you make them all again
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| And find yourself deserted
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| By the people you called friends
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| All it takes
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| Is for one deal to go bad
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| You’re signing your confession
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| As they take all that you have
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| And all this years spent sitting here
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| Waiting to be free
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| My day has come
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| And I can finally see
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| I’ve dreamed of waking up beyond that wall
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| It looks like I might make it after all
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| There’s a kid in here
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| Reminds me of my son
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| I watch him with the others
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| When they laugh about what they’ve done
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| So many ways
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| To impress one so young
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| The day they let him out of here
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| He’s gonna find himself a gun
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| I tried to say
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| Tried to make him understand
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| Fear is not respect
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| And it won’t make a boy a man
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| Oh, you make mistakes
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| And you make them all again
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| It seems that I offended
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| One of those godforsaken men
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| In all these years spent sitting here
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| The last thing that I see
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| Is a baby face
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| With a blade that’s made for me
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| I guess some things were never meant to be
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Gloria-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| So open up that gate and welcome me
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| My spirits flown
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| And I’m finally free
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| Finally free… yeah! |