| 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 Lord how I want to be in that number
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| When the saints go marching in 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 Lord how I want to be in that number
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| When the saints go marching in Oh, when the trumpet sounds it’s call
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| Oh, when the trumpet sounds it’s call
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| Lord, how I want to be in that number
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| When the trumpet sounds it’s call
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| Oh, when the saints go marching in,
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| Oh, when the saints go marching in Lord how I want to be in that number
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| When the saints go marching in |