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