When you’re all alone and lonely
in your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
it’s been up for saleAnd you begin to think ’bout
all the things that you’ve done
And you begin to hate
just ’bout everythingBut remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
and the –– Glory of love, glory of love
glory of love, just might come through
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