| You’ve broken your heart once again
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| Certain that time will not mend;
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| The pain will not fade
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| 'Til eternity takes it away.
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| You’re losing the handle you own
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| A slip off the grip of the throne
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| Crying out why, the silence it cuts like a knife.
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| But then the voice of the Father
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| With a sound like no other.
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| A voice ringing clear through the cool of the day
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| Saying come home to me.
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| You’re lost in the garden again.
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| Forbidden fruit still in your hand.
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| You hide it so well, but you still have to live with yourself.
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| Guilty and riddled with doubt
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| Trapped with no easy way out.
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| No man in sight, the darkness has smothered the light.
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| REPEAT And there’s one I can figure out, no
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| When you can’t hear eternity shout
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| But then the voice of the Father
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| With a sound like no other.
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| A voice ringing clear through the cool of the day
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| Looking like (where's no other way)
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| A voice ringing clear through the cool of the day
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| Saying come home to me.
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| Come home to me
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| Come home to me
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| Come home to me |