| The morning paper is reading like a scroll
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| Like the headlines from 2000 years ago
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| Everywhere i look i see the signs
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| My hearts telling me its almost time
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| •Chorus•
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| Dont it make you want to go home
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| Run through those gates and fall in Jesus' arms
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| and all the cares of this world will be gone
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| Dont it make ya… Dont it make you wanna go home
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| I cant wait to sit at Jesus feet
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| To hear him say welcome home to me
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| I can almost feel his warm embrace
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| And His nail scarred hands as they wipe my tears away!
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| •Chorus•
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| Dont it make you want to go home
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| Run through those gates and fall in Jesus' arms
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| and all the cares of this world will be gone
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| Dont it make ya… Dont it make you wanna go home
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| Far away from this world of pain
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| God’s prepared a perfect place
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| And i cant stop thinking about it Im so homesick for it Dont it make you want… dont it make you wanna go home
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| •Chorus•
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| Dont it make you want to go home
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| Run through those gates and fall in Jesus' arms
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| and all the cares of this world will be gone
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| Dont it make ya… Dont it make you wanna go home
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| Dont it make you want to go home
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| Run through those gates and straight to heavens throne
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| and fall in Jesus' arms
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| Dont it make ya… Dont it make you wanna go home
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| yea, yes i wanna go home
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| yea, yes i wanna go home
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| yea, yes i wanna go home |