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When I go, don't cry for me |
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In my Father's arms, I'll be |
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And wounds this world left on my soul |
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Will all be healed and I'll be whole |
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Sun and moon will be replaced |
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With the light of Jesus' face |
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And I will be not be ashamed |
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For my Savior knows my name |
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It don't matter where you bury me |
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I'll be home and I'll be free |
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It don't matter where I lay |
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All my tears, be washed away |
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Gold and silver blind the eye |
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Temporary riches lie |
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Come and eat from Heaven's store |
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Come and drink and thirst no more |
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'Cos it don't matter where you bury me |
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I'll be home and I'll be free |
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It don't matter where I lay |
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All my tears, be washed away |
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So weep not from me, my friends |
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When my time below does end |
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For my life belongs to Him |
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Who will raise the dead again |
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It don't matter where you bury me |
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'Cos I'll be home and I'll be free |
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It don't matter where I lay |
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All my tears, be washed away |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |