This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
house is not my home I think that I'd rather be alone tonight I'm trying, I'm trying to fake it And I think this house is not my home I think that I
alone 'Cause New York's not my home If the, in the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag I'm seein' freaks and also fags I see a set of nice legs within my
And I know that it's not my way home I know ... that it's not my way home I know ... that it's not my way home You know ... this love has left us Don
York's not my home Though all the streets are crowded There's something strange about it I lived there 'bout a year And I never once felt at home I
holds the key But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home Come down on your own, leave your body
not my home then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore This world is not my home
THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME (Albert E. Brumley) « © '52 Acclaim Music » This world is not my home I'm just a passing through My treasures
This world is not my home I'm just a-passin' through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And
s not my way home I know that it's not my way home I know that it's not my way home I know that it's not my way home I know that it's not my way home
like a real girl I wanna know I'm not alone And the dreams are not my Dreams are not my Dreams are not my home (Dreams are not my home)
road you're on And I know it's not my way home I know... it's not my way home I know... it's not my way home You know... this love has left us Don't
This world is not my home I'm only here to share the message This world is not my home I live behind the gates This world is not my home
reimen sich hier nicht wie and're gute Zeilen. This Town Is Not My Home! This Town Is Not My Home! This Town Is Not My Home! Oh No, No, No! Die Hauser
alone Cause New York's Not My Home In the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag I'm seein freaks, and also fags I see a set of nice legs within in my
far away And I would give anything, say anything To keep it all like it was But you just throw it all away And I think this house is not my home I think
Vertaling: Smith, Carl. Deze wereld is niet Thuis.
Vertaling: Roseanne Cash. Dromen zijn niet mijn thuis.
