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Redemption Day 
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de Johnny Cash
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I've wept for those who long. But how I weep for who've gone
Into rooms of and questioned wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets
It's an image often seen on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Into rooms of and questioned wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to such things, but weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
There is a train that's heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets
It's an image often seen on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your laid to waste
And we aren't listening
There is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a bone but the on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No riches in for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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