- i know.
+ it's not really leaving so you don't have to worry. you were abandoned by your mother, this is different.
- i don't know. i think that somewhere deep inside where i can't quite reach, it feels the same.
+ that would make sense.
- i want to start a war. a real war
+ against whom?
- you know whom. i want to go down there and start throwing grenades but it would all go too fast. not a real war, just a felony or something.
+ perhaps you need a different type of war to start.
- would it help me get out of the war i'm in? a war to end a war? i don't know if that makes sense.
+ well, think on it then.
- i'm tired of insomnia. i don't know how i'll be able to keep my job now that insomnia dominates again.
"Hey Gloria are you standing close to the edge
Look out to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Say your prayers and light a fire
Were going to start a war
Your slogans a gun for hire
It’s what we waited for
Hey Gloria,
this is why were on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to this undying love.
¡VIVA LA GLORIA! (LIVE)
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