| I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I’m tossed in this wide world alone
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| No hope have I for tomorrow, I’ve started to Heaven my home
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| Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| I’ve started to make it my home
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| My mother has reached that pure glory
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| My father’s still walkin' in sin
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| My brother and sister won’t own me
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| Because I’m tryin' to get in
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| Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| I’ve started to make it my home
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| Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| I’ve started to make it my home |