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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 begins to shine |
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And when the sun begins to shine |
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Lord, how I want to be in that number |
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When the sun begins to shine |
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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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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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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 |
