| Whenever I’ll pass away
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| Even if it hurts
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| I wish that all my friends’d die
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| We would hear the birds
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| March up to heaven’s front door
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| Which is all locked up
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| We’d kindly ask for entrance
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| And the angels welcome us
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| I’d ask if we could stay here
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| Just a little while
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| One angel would come closer
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| And answer by my side:
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| «Eternity's forever
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| You certainly can trust»
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| Respectfully I’d mention
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| That the angels welcome us
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| Angels welcome us
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| At the heavens gate they will wait
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| Angels welcome us
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| End of all days no one stays
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| Politely we’d salute them
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| And take that 1st small step
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| Even if we know that
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| To enter means we’re dead
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| I’d come up full of wonder
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| What an angel does
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| He asks me what I’d expect
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| «That the angels welcome us»
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| «I'd like to have a room with
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| Panoramic view»
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| He answeres that they don’t have
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| And why we’d need it, too
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| I quickly reply «sleeping»
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| And he that no one does
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| «And now that you are angels
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| You are one of us»
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| Angels welcome us
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| At the heavens gate they will wait
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| Angels welcome us
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| End of all days no one stays |