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18 - WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING INWe are trav'ling in the footstepsOf those who've gone before,And we'll all be reunited,On a new and sunlit shore,Oh, when the saints go marching inOh, when the saints go marching inLord, how I want to be in that numberWhen the saints go marching inAnd when the sun refuse to shineAnd when the sun refuse to shineLord, how I want to be in that numberWhen the sun refuse to shineAnd when the moon turns red with bloodAnd when the moon turns red with bloodLord, how I want to be in that numberWhen the moon turns red with bloodOh, when the trumpet sounds its callOh, when the trumpet sounds its callLord, how I want to be in that numberWhen the trumpet sounds its callSome say this world of trouble,Is the only one we need,But I'm waiting for that morning,When the new world is revealed
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