| I want my share of the estate, I’m leaving home, expatriate
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| Father understand, just how I feel
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| I have to go, a life to gain
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| So I set off to a distant country, and I squandered all my wealth
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| I delighted myself in wild living and spent my every cent
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| The country broke into a famine
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| I was falling short in need
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| I couldn’t live in this condition
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| I was feeling no more greed
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| And I was becoming more lonely
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| And all my life began to fade
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| This life just isn’t what I dreamed
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| And I have put myself through shame
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| I’ve worked my fingers right to their bones
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| I’m feeling ill, I miss my home
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| Why did I leave? |
| Why did I go?
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| Now I have nothing, I have no home
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| I brought myself to an understanding, what I was going to do
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| I’d head back to where I once called home
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| And asked if I could work for food
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| «Father I have sinned against you
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| And against our family’s name
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| I’m not worthy to be your son no more
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| Won’t you take me as your slave?»
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| «My son I’m so glad to see you»
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| As a tear ran down his face
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| «You were dead, but now you’re alive
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| You will find home here at this place» |