There is a house in New Orleans,
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they call the Superdome,
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It's been the ruin of many young poor boy,
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and God, I know I'm one.
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Verse 1
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cried to my daddy on the telephone,
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how long now?
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Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
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the line went.
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But the shadows still remain since your descent,
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you're decent.
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Verse 2
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I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
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how long now?
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Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
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the line went.
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But the shadows still remain since your descent,
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your decent.
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Hope! Cha! Hey!
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Chorus 1
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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Rebirth, Rebirth Trombone Shorty,
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Living like birds in the Magnolia trees,
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Child on the roof top, mother on her knee's,
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Oh sirens please, I am an American.
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Verse 3
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A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
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how long now?
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Until the weather change condemns belief,
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how long now?
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When the night watchman lets in the thief,
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what's wrong now?
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Hope! Cha! Hey!
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Chorus 2
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply.
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The Saints Are Coming
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| Green Day |
