Gloria, Viva La GloriaYou blast your name
In graffiti on the walls
Falling in broken glass that's
Slashing through these spirits
I can hear it like a jilted crowd
Gloria, Where are you, Gloria?
You found a home
In all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days
Amongst the ruins
Ashes to ashes of our youth
She smashed her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners
The one that's fallen through the cracks
So don't put away your burning light
- Green Day (2009)
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