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In this world we have our trials |
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Sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue |
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But the hope of life eternal |
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Makes all old hopes brand new |
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And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world |
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I've got a home so much better |
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And I'm gonna go there sooner or later |
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And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world |
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Lord, I'm growing old and weary |
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And there's no place that feels like home |
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Saviour come, (?) |
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To where I (?) |
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And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world |
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I've got a home so much better |
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And I'm gonna go there sooner or later |
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And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world |
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And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world |
