| As I leave the empty station
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| First thing I see is the sun over the mountains
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| West Hastings Street, anxiously waiting
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| That’s when I feel that God is all around me
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| And I don’t know where to begin, to say I’m sorry for my sins
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| So I collapse into your open arms
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| I’m sorry it took me so long
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| Out here, for me to find my way back home
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| I didn’t have a reason
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| For when I stopped believing
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| But I needed you to know —
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| That I’m right where I belong
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| Now I see everything clearly
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| In the rearview
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| That you were right beside me
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| So long ago, my voice of reason
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| It disappeared, along with my convictions —
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| And now I know where it begins
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| Accept forgiveness for my sins
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| And just collapse into your open arms
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| I’m sorry it took me so long
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| Out here, for me to find my way back home
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| I didn’t have a reason
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| For when I stopped believing
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| But I needed you to know —
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| That I’m right where I belong
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| If all we are is where we’ve been
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| Then I know where I want to be
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| No matter how far I drift again
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| You keep a light on for me —
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| Out here, so I can find my way back home
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| I didn’t have a reason, for when I stopped believing
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| But I needed you to know that I’m right where I belong now, with you
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| So I’ll stay quiet in your arms
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| Words don’t have the meaning
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| There’s no use in repeating
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| But I needed you to know
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| That I’m right where I belong |