End Station
Thomas Denver Jonson
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Wash my hands in the holy water
The tears can no longer hurt me
Oh lord, will I die, with my head in the sky
facing heavens glory bounds
Visiting the joyful homegrounds
where I use to play as child
the sun, oh lord, it was months ago
since I saw it last
Four miles and caught me dreaming
here on my endless journey
Full moon, oh lord, is shining up my way
travelling down the road
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No pain, no fear, no hunger
takes place in that peaceful valley
where the angels above, are sending their love
their snowwhite wings counts us in
So when the world is rising
She call my loved ones nearby
Oh lord, when I die, my angels will cry
as their snowwhite wings counts me in
Oh lord, when I die, my angels will cry
as their snowwhite wings counts me in