Gloria, that was the most beautiful time
The best things we have done in life
Torture comes, torture goes
The whole story still flows
A new beginning can come
Gloria, is hard to be a saint in the city
Dirty or clean you’ll never be
Men are natural hunters
You can’t doubt the letters…
A new beginning can come…
While you write a new story
For you live and adventures
While you sing about glory
They know you haven’t mansions
While you put your mask on
They’re running away your lies
While you put your mask on
They’re running for their lives
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