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G-l-o-r-i-a gloria Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. |
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She make me feel so good, lord, she make me feel all right. Comes a-walkin' down my street, then she comes up to my house, She knock upon my door and then she comes to my room, Yeah an' she make me feel all right, |
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G-l-o-r-i-a gloria Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. |
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