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I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I′m travelin' this wide world alone, ooh-ooh
No hope have I for tomorrow
I′m trying make Heaven my home
Sometimes I'm tossed and I'm driven
Sometimes I don′t know where to roam, ooh-ooh
But I′ve heard of a city called Heaven
And I'm tryin′ to make it my home
My mother has reached the bright glory
My father still walks in sin, ooh-ooh
My brothers and my sisters don't like me
Because I′m tryin' to, to get in
Sometimes I′m tossed and driven, ooh-ooh
Sometimes I don't know where to roam, ooh-ooh
But I've heard of a city called Heaven
And I′m tryin′ to make it my home
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I've heard of a city called Heaven
Oh, I′m tryin' to make it my, oh, my home
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