When you're facing
The end of your days
What of your life
Would you have changed
I know, brother
You've seen the rain
Wish I could sing you
Your pain away
Cause it don't matter
Where you've been
What you've done
It ain't the end
Oh when the saints come marching in
Down the streets
The streets of sin
Singin' Ooooh
Oooh
So use my lungs and breathe
And take these eyes and see
That you're not alone
And I'm begging you please
To use my lungs and breathe
Tomorrow's uncertain
But your debts are paid
So trade in your burdens
That stand in your way
While all the sad songs
Are getting known
His hope for you
To ease your soul
And when the saints come marching in
Oh, down the streets
The streets of sin
Singin' Ooooh
Oooh
So use my lungs and breathe
And take these eyes and see
That you're not alone
And I'm begging you please
To use my lungs and breathe
Ooooh Oooh
And breathe
Ooooh Oooh
Oh, breathe

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