| I remember every place and everytime
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| That I have sung for family and friends
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| And the words have their reason and their rhyme
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| When all the voices there are joining in
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| And I stood there in the cold and in the rain
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| And thought of how the water turned to wine
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| And somehow it always seems to ease the pain
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| To sing a song for a soul who once touched mine
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| When I’m ready to go up yonder
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| I wonder who will sing for me
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| There are songs I have sung
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| And when my time has come
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| When I’m taking my last ride I hope there’ll be
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| A line of cars that stretches ten miles long
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| And I pray that everyone remembers me
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| As someone who was worthy of a song
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| When I’m ready to go up yonder
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| I wonder who will sing for me
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| When I near my resting place
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| Rock of ages, Amazing grace
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| Who will sing a song for me
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| A song for me |