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Redemption Day Medium
by Johnny Cash
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I've for who suffer long. But how I for those who've gone
Into rooms of and wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things, but to speaking
Oh mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
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
Watch and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and everything it meets
It's just an image often on television
leaders, 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 woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
do you have for us today?
us a bone but save the plate on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No 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 heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
Watch and wait, for 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 wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things, but to speaking
Oh mercy sadness brings, if God be willing
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
Watch and wait, for redemption day
Fire rages in the streets and everything it meets
It's just an image often on television
leaders, 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 woman wait
and wait, for redemption day
do you have for us today?
us a bone but save the plate on why we til so late
Was there no oil to excavate?
No 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 heading to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
Watch and wait, for 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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