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
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I Don't Want To Get Adjusted To This World
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| Iris Dement |
