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