| When I go, don’t cry for me
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| In my Father’s arms I’ll be
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| The wounds this world left on my soul
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| Will all be heald and I’ll be whole
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| Sun and moon will be replaced
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| With the light of Jesus' face
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| And I will not be ashamed
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| For my savior knows my name
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| It don’t matter where you bury you
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| I’ll be home and I’ll be free
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| It don’t matter, anywhere I lay
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| All my tears will be washed away
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| Gold and silver blind the eyes
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| Temporary riches lie
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| Come and eat from Heaven’s store
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| Come and drink and thirst no more
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| So weep not for me, my friend
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| When my time comes to an end
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| For my life belongs to Him
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| Who will raise the dead again
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| It don’t matter where you bury you
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| I’ll be home and I’ll be free
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| It don’t matter, anywhere I lay
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| All my tears will be washed away
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| All my tears will be washed away
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| All my tears will be washed away |