Glory

It's what you think, it's what it's like
So many pieces remain tonight
You've had it all, and now you can't get up

It's just the way the story goes
The glass is cut and none of those
Who've licked your boots
Will help you now get up (get up)

She's run over the fields of glory
Sha-la-la
Cold rain is slapping across her face
Sha-la-la
She's run over the fields of glory
Sha-la-la
She's run away from the fields of love
The fields of love

She's run over the fields of glory
Sha-la-la
Cold rain is slapping across her face
Across her face
Across your face
Cold rain



Credits
Writer(s): Volker Hinkel, Peter Freudenthaler
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