| He ran away from home at the age of seventeen
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| For years he drank himself to sleep
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| Under the bridge of Saint Stephen Street
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| «Dad, I’m stopping by. |
| Can you look me in the eye?»
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| He left the message on the phone
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| At the bus stop he cried, his father held a sign that read
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| «Welcome Home»
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| Bear a cross in Jesus' name
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| It’s an amazing grace
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| She cheated on him twice, but for fear she never told
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| She finally confessed, before her heart ran cold
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| With pain in his eyes, he walked out of the house and drove to town
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| Bought her a white wedding dress
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| Came home to her and danced
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| To the song of forgiveness
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| Bear a cross in Jesus' name
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| It’s an amazing grace
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| Glory by the way of shame
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| If these stories are true
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| I really couldn’t say
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| But of my own heart I know
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| It goes much the same |