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When you're facing |
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The end of your days |
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What of your life |
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Would you have changed |
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I know, brother |
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You've seen the rain |
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Wish I could sing you |
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Your pain away |
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Cause it don't matter |
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Where you've been |
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What you've done |
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It ain't the end |
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Oh when the saints come marching in |
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Down the streets |
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The streets of sin |
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Singin' \"Ooooh\" |
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\"Oooh\" |
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So use my lungs and breathe |
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And take these eyes and see |
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That you're not alone |
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And I'm begging you please |
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To use my lungs and breathe |
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Tomorrow's uncertain |
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But your debts are paid |
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So trade in your burdens |
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That stand in your way |
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While all the sad songs |
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Are getting known |
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His hope for you |
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To ease your soul |
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And when the saints come marching in |
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Oh, down the streets |
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The streets of sin |
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Singin' \"Ooooh\" |
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\"Oooh\" |
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So use my lungs and breathe |
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And take these eyes and see |
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That you're not alone |
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And I'm begging you please |
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To use my lungs and breathe |
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Ooooh Oooh |
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And breathe |
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Mhmmm |
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Ooooh Oooh |
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Oh, breathe |
