We are trav'ling in the footsteps
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Of those who've gone before,
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And we'll all be reunited,
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On a new and sunlit shore,
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Oh, when the saints go marching in
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Oh, when the saints go marching in
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Lord, how I want to be in that number
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When the saints go marching in
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And when the sun refuse to shine
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And when the sun refuse to shine
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Lord, how I want to be in that number
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When the sun refuse to shine
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And when the moon turns red with blood
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And when the moon turns red with blood
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Lord, how I want to be in that number
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When the moon turns red with blood
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Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
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Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
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Lord, how I want to be in that number
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When the trumpet sounds its call
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Some say this world of trouble,
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Is the only one we need,
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But I'm waiting for that morning,
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When the new world is revealed.
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When The Saints Go Marchin' In
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| Bruce Springsteen |
