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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 and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the to feel such things, but to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
is a train that's straight 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 and swallows everything it meets
It's just an 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
is a that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and wait
Watch and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a but save the plate on why we til so late
Was no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the at night
It's a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
Into rooms of and questioned wrong, but keep on killing
It's in the to feel such things, but to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
is a train that's straight 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 and swallows everything it meets
It's just an 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
is a that's heading straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and wait
Watch and wait, for redemption day
What do you have for us today?
Throw us a but save the plate on why we til so late
Was no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the at night
It's a baby cries
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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