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Gloria, oh Gloria |
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God bless your youthful dreams |
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Gloria, oh Gloria |
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Still it rains on me |
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I miss a breath each time I hear her voice |
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A mesmerizing aira |
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That circles through the sounds of love |
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So gentle is the song of the Siren |
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Releasing all that's ever been |
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Into the dreams of bleeding suns |
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Enchanting... as she sings |
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Beautiful... melodies |
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Surrender |
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The magic rests in your dark harmony |
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The still of pressure surrounding |
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The northern corner of singing |
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Led straight into your cold innuendo |
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Now fallen from the shining star |
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A lover with a broken heart |
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Surrender |
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Gloria makes the rains die down |
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On stormy autumn nights |
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She always finds her way back home |
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So why... oh why... can't I? |
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Somewhere between the ground and ocean waters |
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Is the summer chill of someone's daughter |
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Shaking from her satin touch of loneliness |
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Swimming in the red wine taste of her lips |
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Strands of centuries still succumb to me |
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Giving into a voice marked for divine |
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Forever your love will be mine |
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Fragments of compositions around me |
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You can feel the music inside your soul |
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And I pray I can let it go |
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Blushing on the changing drifts of the song |
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Your love dances on the cascading waves |
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You know nothing of what you crave |
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I'm shifting the verge of attraction |
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At least you understand it's obsession |
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I'm forever your possession |
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Patience is a chilling factor of pearl |
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The disturbing rendering white |
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Of Siren beckoning the night |
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And even now in the wake of the rains |
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With three thousand miles on my mind |
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She always finds a way inside |
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The dead sounds... of wishes |
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Reaching through... her kisses |
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Surrender |
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Gloria makes the rains die down |
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On stormy autumn nights |
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She always finds her way back home |
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So why... oh why... can't I? |
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Gloria makes the rains die down |
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On stormy autumn nights |
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She always finds her way back home |
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So why... oh why... can't I? |
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Patience is a chilling factor of pearl |
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The disturbing rendering white, of Siren beckoning the night |
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And even in the wake of the rains |
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With three thousand miles on my mind, she always finds a way inside |
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The dead sounds... of wishes |
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Reaching through... her kisses |
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Surrender |