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Where do all the good souls go |
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It is a question |
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The human race needs to know |
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There is an idea |
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I'm coming |
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I'm coming |
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I am coming to grips with you |
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Oh I'm running yes I'm running |
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The fleet is a coming |
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I'll sail away with you |
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They come together by a river |
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One by one they go in |
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Indeed they share a common seat |
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Like it were a golden throne |
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I'm coming |
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I'm coming |
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I am coming to grips with you |
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Oh I'm running yes I'm running |
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The fleet is a coming |
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I'll sail away with you |
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I'm coming |
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I'm coming |
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I am coming To grips with you |
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Oh I'm running my heart is a thumping |
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The fleet is a coming I'll sail away with you |
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I'm coming |
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I'm coming |
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I am coming to grips with you |
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Oh I'm running my heart is a pumping |
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And Gabriel's harp's a strumming |
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I'll sail the sky with you |
