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I'm a poor pilgrim of sorrowThrown into this wild world aloneNo hope have I for tomorrowI decided to make Heaven my homeSometimes I'm thrown and drivenSometimes I don't know where to runI've heard of a city called HeavenI've decided to try to make it my homeIn a city called HeavenI decided to make it mineMy mother's already in glory butMy father's still walking in sinMy brothers and sisters walk about meThe truth is sinking inI've been good, I've been wicked, boyTeach me to forget all that I knowI've heard of a city called HeavenAnd that's where the hell I'm gonna goIn a city called HeavenI decided to make it mine From Letras Mania