| There is a house in New Orleans
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| They call the Rising Sun
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| It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
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| God, I know I’m one
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| I cried to my daddy on the telephone: «How long now»?
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| Until the clouds unroll and you come down, the line went
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| But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent
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| I cried to my daddy on the telephone: «How long now»?
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| Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
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| But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent
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| Boom, cha, hey!
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| The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
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| The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
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| A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now?
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| Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now?
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| When the night watchman lets in the thief, what’s wrong now?
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| Boom, cha, hey!
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| The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
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| The saints are coming, the saints are coming
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
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| I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |