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There'll be flying boats, and condos with moats; |
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Cultivated oceans, floating cities in the sky. |
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Living underneath a bubble; |
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No more toil and trouble |
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Singin' 'bout that sweet ole by and by. |
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We'll all have lots of money |
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That we won't have to spend; |
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You'll be given everything |
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When everyone's your friend |
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Hanging out together |
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In picture perfect weather - |
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This time 'round the party never ends. |
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Hallelujah, i can't wait to see it |
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Hallelujah, come on and go with me |
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Let me show you the way it's gonna be |
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At the turn, |
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The turn of the century. |
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We won't need no tv preachers |
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To ask how much we gave |
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We won't need no tv preachers, |
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See, by then, we'll all be saved |
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No more fighting for a country |
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No child will go hungry |
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We'll be smiling from the cradle to the grave. |
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Hallelujah, i can't wait to see it |
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Hallelujah, come on and go with me |
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Let me show you the way it's gonna be |
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At the turn, |
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The turn of the century. |
