Gloria, I saw your evil twin in Alberta
In the northern axis of the Saskatchewan River.
They call it Edmonton, you remember once in a vacation
My mum did call it "The Festival City".
I played the piano in the Francis Winspear Centre of Music
And you bruised your knees in Hawrelak Park
And that called an imminent end to the vacation trip
And I told you, you "suck".
Gloria, I saw your evil twin in Spruce groove
But she looked nothing evil at all.
She was just like you, every line and every stroke,
Every curve, every edge, every grace.
She was so beautiful and kind, so honourable.
She was everything you except for one deep mark;
She wasn't in love with me.
Gloria, I saw your doppelgänger, your birth reflection.
I told her you were dead, but she was
untouched.
I told her I held your cold head with fresh blood
Oozing like Moses' fountain in Horeb;
That I touched and held your dead carcass
As my salt sea drowned your waste;
But I failed to tell her you choose her in my dreams.
Gloria, I saw your ghostly double
She had a different definition for love.
She had a different opinion about the universe,
She was lost in the barren dessert of anonymity.
But I had better tackles, I should have exposed
Better lies that could have won her,
Better plots I should have 'ployed;
But that wouldn't make me this honourable person you loved.
Gloria, I saw your evil twin in Alberta,
But she was nothing evil at all.
She was just a little girl caught in the fun of the world
And I'm very sorry if I couldn't rescue her
It's just that the world has changed her rules
And she never wanted to be saved
So she's still stocked in the accursed garden of Eden.
Gloria, I saw your doppelgänger on my tiny phone screen.
She had already built her magnificent world
And raised her ferocious pack of teenage race.
Gloria, she's already an Alpha un-sired by my charms.
Gloria, it never worked out, I'm still alone.
I never found the happiness you wanted for me.
Gloria, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
In the northern axis of the Saskatchewan River.
They call it Edmonton, you remember once in a vacation
My mum did call it "The Festival City".
I played the piano in the Francis Winspear Centre of Music
And you bruised your knees in Hawrelak Park
And that called an imminent end to the vacation trip
And I told you, you "suck".
Gloria, I saw your evil twin in Spruce groove
But she looked nothing evil at all.
She was just like you, every line and every stroke,
Every curve, every edge, every grace.
She was so beautiful and kind, so honourable.
She was everything you except for one deep mark;
She wasn't in love with me.
Gloria, I saw your doppelgänger, your birth reflection.
I told her you were dead, but she was
untouched.
I told her I held your cold head with fresh blood
Oozing like Moses' fountain in Horeb;
That I touched and held your dead carcass
As my salt sea drowned your waste;
But I failed to tell her you choose her in my dreams.
Gloria, I saw your ghostly double
She had a different definition for love.
She had a different opinion about the universe,
She was lost in the barren dessert of anonymity.
But I had better tackles, I should have exposed
Better lies that could have won her,
Better plots I should have 'ployed;
But that wouldn't make me this honourable person you loved.
Gloria, I saw your evil twin in Alberta,
But she was nothing evil at all.
She was just a little girl caught in the fun of the world
And I'm very sorry if I couldn't rescue her
It's just that the world has changed her rules
And she never wanted to be saved
So she's still stocked in the accursed garden of Eden.
Gloria, I saw your doppelgänger on my tiny phone screen.
She had already built her magnificent world
And raised her ferocious pack of teenage race.
Gloria, she's already an Alpha un-sired by my charms.
Gloria, it never worked out, I'm still alone.
I never found the happiness you wanted for me.
Gloria, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
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