| When I get to my life’s end
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| Like I know I will someday
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| If I see those pearly gates, you know I’ll want to walk away
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| I’ll walk away, I’ll walk away
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| And when I get to where I’m going
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| I know just where I’ll stay
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| When I get to where I’m going
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| The devil will make me pay
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| He’ll make me pay, he’ll make me pay
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| Lay me down on unhallowed ground
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| Unjustified
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| And if I see the man upstairs I’ll ask him where he’s been
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| Through famine, flood and war and pain
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| I’ll ask him who the hell he thinks he is
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| Who the hell he thinks he is
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| And I’m not proud of the things I’ve done
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| I’m proud of what I’ve dreamed
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| I’m not proud of those things I’ve done
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| But a man only has his means,
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| only has his means, and I’ve had mine
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| Lay me down on unhallowed ground
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| No one around, not a sound
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| No one to mourn or curse the day I was born, I’m unjustified |