All my trials Lord, soon be over
If living was a thing that money could buy,
the rich would live and the poor would die...
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brother, too late my brethren
Nevermind... all my trials, Lord, soon be over
Now hush little baby don't you
cry... you know your momma was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brother, too late my brethren
Nevermind, all my trials, Lord, soon be over...
Too late my brother, too late...

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