Muse Glorious ^минус

Glorious 
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Rose-tinted view 
And satellites that compromise the truth 
I wanted more 
With the cuts and the bruises 
Touch my face 
A hopeless embrace 
 
Faith, it drives me away 
But it turns me on 
Like a stranger's love 
It rockets through the universe 
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse 
We, too, could be glorious 
 
I need to believe 
But I still want more 
With the cuts and the bruises 
Don't close the door 
On what you adore 
 
Faith, it drives me away 
But it turns me on 
Like a strangers love 
It rockets through the universe 
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse 
We, too, could be glorious