| Gloria
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| Don’t ask me when I’m coming home
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| I’m workin it out
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| Where the devils of my country roam
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| On the backs of a billion strong
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| Disconnected by a void
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| With a tendency to explode
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| Cover me with my enemy no more
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| Between the lines of desperate times
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| Where good men try and good men fade away
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| Gloria
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| Don’t ask me when I’m coming home
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| Don’t leave your light on
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| Don’t wait up for me here anymore
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| It’s a general strike between the left and right
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| Between the master’s hand and the appetite
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| Between the rich and the poor that don’t care no more
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| Between you and me and our dirty war
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| Bury me with all hell to pay no more
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| I’ve suffocated on freedom
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| And I don’t need your civil war
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| Woah, like a man without a home
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| Woah, I got only land to roam
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| My desolation for a country now
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| My reckoning is the hell I own
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| Woah, don’t wait up for me no more
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| (Let's go!)
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| In the space of broken dreams
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| You are the serpent, I am the fire
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| In the mourning of my heart
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| You devour all of me
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| Woah, like a man without a home
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| Woah, I got only land to roam
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| My desolation for a country now
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| My reckoning is the hell I own
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| Woah, don’t wait up for me no more |