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What you gonna do on judgement day |
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Time runs out, baby, and you can't stay |
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Screamin' and cryin', you got to go, |
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hey St.Peter, won't you open the door |
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Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming |
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Yes, I'm coming, and it's like my time ain't long |
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When I die you can bury me dead, |
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the tombstone-women set my face and head, |
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Fold my arms across my chest, |
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And tell my friends that I'm gone to rest |
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Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming |
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Yes, I'm coming, and I know my time ain't long |
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Now, when I'm dead, drafted in my grave |
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You gonna be sorry that you treat me like a slave |
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And there's no one to take my place |
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And you gonna cry your blues away |
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Yes, I'm coming, Yes, I'm coming |
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Yes, I'm coming, and it's like my time ain't long |
