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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern rain |
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By graveyards and battlefields that blood still stains |
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Back to a time when the angels came |
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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern rain |
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In the forests and the fields so many men were killed |
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I can hear their cries still echo through these hills |
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That was the time when the angels came |
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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern rain |
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And the angels came down to the fallen men |
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And they held their hands as they prayed for them |
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They carried their souls beyond the moon and the sun |
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All the way to heaven one by one |
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The angels worked so hard for so many years |
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To heaven and back again they shed so many tears |
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They left no one and they placed no blame |
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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern rain |
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And the angels came down to the fallen men |
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And they held their hands as they prayed for them |
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They carried their souls beyond the moon and the sun |
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All the way to heaven one by one |
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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern rain |
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Never healed them troubles never healed that pain |
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But that was the time when the angels came |
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Walking all alone in the |
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Southern Rain |
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Southern rain. |
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MmmmmmmMmmmmmmm |
