| I’ve gone so far from my home
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| I’ve seen the world
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| And I have known
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| So many secrets
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| I wish now I did not know
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| 'Cause they have crept into my heart
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| They have left it cold and dark
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| And bleeding
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| Bleeding and falling apart
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| And everybody used to tell me
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| Big boys don’t cry
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| Well, I’ve been around enough to know
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| That that was the lie
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| That held back the tears
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| In the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
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| Well, we are children no more
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| We have sinned and grown old
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| And our Father still waits
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| And He watches down the road
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| To see the crying boys
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| Come running back to His arms
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| And be growing young, nah, nah
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| Growing young, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| I’ve seen silver
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| Turn to dross
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| Seen the very best
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| There ever was
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| And I’ll tell you
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| It ain’t worth what it costs
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| And I remember
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| My father’s house
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| What I wouldn’t
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| Give right now
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| Just to see him
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| And hear him tell me
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| That he loves me so much
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| And everybody used to tell me
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| Big boys don’t cry
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| Well, I’ve been around enough to know
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| That that was the lie
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| That held back the tears
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| In the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
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| Well, we are children no more
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| We have sinned and grown old
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| And our Father still waits
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| And He watches down the road
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| To see the crying boys
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| Come running back to His arms
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| And when I thought
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| That I was all alone
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| It was your voice I heard
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| Calling me back home
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| And I wonder now, Lord
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| What it was that made me wait too long
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| And what kept You waiting
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| For me all that time
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| Was Your love stronger
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| Than my foolish pride
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| Will You take me back now
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| Take me back and
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| Let me be Your child
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| 'Cause I’ve been broken now
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| I’ve been saved
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| I’ve learned to cry and
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| I’ve learned how to pray
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| And I’m learning
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| I’m learning even I can be changed
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| And everybody used to tell me
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| Big boys don’t cry
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| Well, I’ve been around enough to know
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| That that was the lie
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| That held back the tears
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| In the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
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| Well, we are children no more
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| We have sinned and grown old
|
| And our Father still waits
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| And He watches down the road
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| To see the crying boys
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| Come running back to His arms
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| And be growing young, nah, nah, nah
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| Growing young, nah, nah, nah
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| Growing |