| All my friends are crying, but do they cry for me?
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| For I’m standing at the pearly gates
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| With centuries ahead of me
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| Don’t cry for me I’m happy, I’m finally back home
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| I talked to Houdini yesterday
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| And my father’s father’s mom
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your tears at the door
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your.
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| The morning in the morning, sulking in the afternoon
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| Just pick up your head and laugh so hard
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| It echoes around the globe
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| 'Cause I’m not coming back, but someday you’ll be here
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| So I’ll just wait as they waited for me
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| And we’ll sing that song and cheer
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your tears at the door
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your…
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| It’s the little things that I remember best
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| Not the holidays or the ways in the days
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| That you walked by my door
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| But sitting in front of the tv holding hands
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| Sitting in the kitchen making all of our plans
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| Whoa… Whoa…Whoa…
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| I’ve got so much to learn here
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| Don’t worry about me I’m fine
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| Just check your tears at the door
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| When you leave, and get on with your life
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your tears at the door
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| Oh I’m back home, so check your tears at the door
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| Stop tugging on my soul, and check your…
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| Tears at the door…
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| Sam White
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| Now if it deemed necessary that I should
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| Forfeit my life for the
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| Furtherance of the ends of
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| Justice, and mingle my blood with
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| The blood of my children, and with
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| The
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| Blood of millions in this
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| Slave-holding country whose rights
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| Are disregarded by wicked, cruel
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| And unjust enactments, I say let
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| It be done
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| John Brown |