| Well, we sailed across the ocean
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| 'Bout a hundred years ago
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| And we landed in New England
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| In the February snow
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| From the hills of Appellation
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| To the Kansas Prairie wind
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| All the way into Selena’s
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| To the valley of our sin
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| Somewhere east of Eden
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| When I’m buried in the ground
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| I’ll be singing like a guardian
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| Angel looking down
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| Let my people go
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| Let my people go
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| Let the bells of freedom ring
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| Let the blood cry from the ground
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| Let the tribes of every nations
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| Come and hear that trumpet sound
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| Somewhere east of Eden
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| Went to dust I do return
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| Let the gates of heaven close
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| And let the hells of fire burn
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| Let my people go
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| Let my people go
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| Take us unto heaven
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| Write our names upon your hands
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| I can hear the traitor coming
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| Rolling through the promise land
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| Let the stories all come true
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| Take the sorrow with our heart
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| Let us sing new song forever
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| May we never be apart
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| Let my people go
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| Let my people go
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| Let my people go, go, go
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| Let my people go
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| Let my people go |