| He’d gotten used to living on the outside looking in
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| Lonely was his only constant friend
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| So when the invitation came that clearly bore his name
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| He hardly could believe the words he read
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| There is always a place at the table
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| There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
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| Your place is set each time the family gathers
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| It will never be the same till you’re home
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| She’d made so many choices that it tore her life apart
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| And hurt the very ones she loved the most
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| She didn’t even know where someone could begin
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| Until she got this message from the host
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| There is always a place at the table
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| There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
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| Your place is set each time the family gathers
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| It will never be the same till you’re home
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| Come home
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| Come home
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| My child, come home
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| There is always a place at the table
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| There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
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| Your place is set each time the family gathers
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| It will never be the same
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| It will never be the same
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| It will never be the same till you’re home |