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!
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Gloria
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Nazareth |