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This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through |
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My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue |
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The angels beckon me from heaven's open door |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you |
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If heaven's not my home then Lord, what will I do? |
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The angels beckon me from heaven's open door |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Just up on heaven's shore we'll live eternally |
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Well, the saints on every hand are gonna be shouting 'Victory' |
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Their songs of sweetest sound we'll sing for ever more |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you |
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If heaven's not my home then Lord, what will I do? |
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The angels beckon me from heaven's open door |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Just up on heaven's shore we'll live eternally |
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Well, the saints on every hand are gonna be shouting 'Victory' |
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Their songs of sweetest sound we'll sing for ever more |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you |
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If heaven's not my home then Lord, what will I do? |
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The angels beckon me from heaven's open door |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
