| We are trav’ling in the footsteps
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| Of those who’ve gone before
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| And we’ll all be reunited
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| On a new and sunlit shore
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| Oh, when the saints go marching in
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| Oh, when the saints go marching in
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| Lord how I want to be in that number
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| When the saints go marching in
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| And when the sun begins to shine
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| And when the sun begins to shine
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| Lord, how I want to be in that number
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| When the sun begins to shine
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| Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
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| Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
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| Lord, how I want to be in that number
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| When the trumpet sounds its call
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| Some say this world of trouble
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| Is the only one we need
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| But I’m waiting for that morning
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| When the new world is revealed |