Joy.
"Hey hey, glad girls, I only want to get you high
And they're alright
There will be no coronation
There will be no flowers flowing in the light
That passes though me now
In the light that passes through me
Hey hey, glad girls, I only want to get you high
And they're alright
There will be no graduation
There will be no trumpets blowing in the light
That passes through me now
In the light that passes through me
With the sinking of the sun I've come to greet you
Clean your hands and go to sleep
Confess the dreams
Of good and bad men all around
Some are lost and some have found
The light that passes though me now
Yeah the light that passes through me
Hey hey, glad girls..."
- Guided By Voices
Thanks, Bob.
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