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