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Hush little baby don't you cry |
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You know your mama was born to die. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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The river of Jordan is muddy and cold |
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Well it chills the body but not the soul. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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I've got a little book with pages three |
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And every page spells liberty. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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Too late my brothers |
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Too late but never mind. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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If livin' were a thing that money could buy |
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You know the rich would live and the poor would die. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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There grows a tree in paradise |
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And the pilgrims call it the tree of life. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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Too late my brothers |
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Too late but never mind. |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
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All my trials Lord soon be over |
