| Oh when the saints go marching in,
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| Oh when the saints go marching in,
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| Oh Lord, I won’t be part of this number,
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| Oh when the saints go marching in.
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| Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
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| Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
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| Oh Lord, I won’t be part of this number
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| When the sun refuses to shine
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| When Gabriel blows in his home
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| When Gabriel blows in his home
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| Tell the Lord don’t let me be in the member
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| When Gabriel blows in his home (all right !)
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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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| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number
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| When the saints go marching in
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| Oh when the sun refuses to shine
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| And when the sun refuses to shine
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| Oh lord I won’t be part of this number
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| Oh when the sun refuses to shine
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| And when the moon turns red to blood
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| And when the moon turns red to blood
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| Oh Lord I won’t be part of your number
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| When the moon turns red to blood
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| Sometimes that world of trouble
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| Is the only one we need
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| But I’m waiting for that morning
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| When the new world is revealed
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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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| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number
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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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| Oh when the saints go marching in
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| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number
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| Oh when the saints go marching in
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| (Merci à Alicia pour cettes paroles) |