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• Artiste: David Wilcox
• Titre: Glory
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Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three That was my best guess But hey, here I am this morning Singing happy birthday to me As I clean up all this mess Because I'm still left alive Without warning In the big, boring middle Of my long book of life After the twist has been told If you don't die in glory At the age of Christ Then your story is just getting old You can see leather-jacket-James And Jimi, fan the flames Their posters will always look younger Ah, but they never knew And they can't guide us through The long stretch of spiritual hunger In the big boring middle Of my long book of life After the twist has been told If you don't die in glory At the age of Christ Then your story is just getting old As a skinny kid she knew That she should never sell her beauty But it's a strong narcotic To feel the public stare It's like a powerful dose Of some synthetic self-image It makes you feel so alive As long as it is there And that was how she felt Not pushed by human hands She was pushed By the eyes all around her So, she fell back into her past Where her beauty mark would last So, the camera could never have found her In the big boring middle Of my long book of life After the twist has been told If you don't die in glory At the age of Christ Then your story is just getting old Now, when Jesus told the rest That He would have His way And in death He would not be defeated Maybe it was all for the best For what He had to say Because He would not always Have to repeat it Through the big boring middle Of His long book of life After He passed thirty-two If you don't die in glory At the age of Christ Then your story is still coming true Still coming true, still coming true