| You’re best friends with the word regret
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| You’re afraid that your life’s been wasted
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| So why hope if it’s only gonna let you down?
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| You don’t think people really change
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| You’re a mess and you’ll always be the same
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| And you doubt if you’ll ever get it turned around
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| So you’ve been running, searching for something
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| But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong
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| But it’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace
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| No, mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done
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| So come home
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| So come home
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| You can try to fix your broken empire
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| Put bricks on a cracked foundation
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| But you’ll be building castles on the sand
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| There’s power in the blood of Jesus
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| Your father’s screaming just come home
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| And he’s reaching out His hands
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| I know you been running, searching for something
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| But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong
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| Well, it’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace
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| No, mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done
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| So come home
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| So come home
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| From the shadows, from the wrong roads
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| From the darkness, from the unknown
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| To redemption, something beautiful
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| To a new love, to a new home
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| I know you been running, searching for something
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| But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong
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| And it’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace
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| No, mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done
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| So come home
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| So come home |