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Maybe the streets are golden
There's a table with plenty room
Maybe we don't grow old
And we got nothing to lose
Maybe in the promise land
There's a choir when you walk through
Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof
Maybe the sun don't set
And the waters don't rise
Maybe we don't forget
How to laugh like a child
Maybe in the promise land
We're all made for what we do
Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof



Chorus:
Washing away
Washing away my sorrows
Giving me faith
Giving me faith to follow a new tomorrow
They tell me in the promise land
There are mansions to choose
Oh, but I pray Heaven is like rain on a tin roof

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