| Maybe the streets are gold
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| And there’s a table with plenty room
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| Maybe we don’t grow old
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| And we got nothing to lose
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| Maybe in the promised land
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| There’s a choir when you walk through
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| Maybe the sun don’t set
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| And the waters don’t rise
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| Maybe we don’t forget
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| How to laugh like a child
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| Maybe in the promised land
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| We’re all made for what we do
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| Washing away
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| Washing away my sorrows
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| Giving me faith
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| Giving me faith to follow
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| A new tomorrow
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| They tell me in the promised land
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| There are mansions to choose
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| Maybe time stands still
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| And mountains just move
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| Maybe we all have wings
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| And there’s only good news, yes
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| They say the living water
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| Is the fountain of youth
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| Washing away
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| Washing away my sorrows
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| Giving me faith
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| Giving me faith to follow
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| A new tomorrow
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| They tell me in the promised land
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| There are mansions to choose
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| Washing away (Washing away)
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| Washing away my sorrows
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| Giving me faith (Giving me faith)
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| Giving me faith to follow
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| A new tomorrow
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| Yeah, in the promised land
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| There are mansions for me and you
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| Oh, but I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof
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| I pray heaven is like
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| Rain on a tin roof |