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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 those who've gone
Into of and questioned wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to feel things, but weak to without speaking
Oh what 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
and wait, for redemption day
rages in the streets and it meets
It's just an image often on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
is a train that's straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
do you have for us today?
Throw us a but 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 straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
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 of and questioned wrong, but on killing
It's in the soul to feel things, but weak to without speaking
Oh what 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
and wait, for redemption day
rages in the streets and it meets
It's just an image often on television
leaders, come you men of great, let us hear you pontificate
Your virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
is a train that's straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, and man and woman wait
Watch and wait, for day
do you have for us today?
Throw us a but 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 straight to heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man and wait
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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