Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge?
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Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision
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Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie
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The cracks of my skin can prove, as the years will testify
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Say your prayers and light a fire, we're going to start a war
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Your slogan's 'A gun for hire,' it's what we waited for
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Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge
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The fight of our live's been drawn in this undying love
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Gloria, Viva La Gloria
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You blast your name in graffiti on the walls
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Falling in broken glass and slashing through your spirits
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I can hear it like a jilted crowd
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Gloria, where are you Gloria?
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You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
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You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins
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Ashes to ashes of our youth
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She smashed her knuckles into winter
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(Gloria!)
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As autumn's wind fades into black
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She is the saint on all the sinners
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(Gloria!)
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The one that's fallen through the cracks
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So don't put away your burning light
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Gloria, where are you Gloria?
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Don't lose your faith to your lost naivete
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Weather the storm and don't look back on last November
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When your banners were burning down
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Gloria, Viva La Gloria
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Send me your amnesty down to the broken-hearted
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Bring us the season that we always will remember
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Don't let the bonfires go out
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So Gloria, send out your message of
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The light that shadows in the night
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Gloria, where's your undying love?
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Tell me the story of your life
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Your life!
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Viva La Gloria!
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Green Day |