Well, It's time like these
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And it's days like this that remind me I'm living in the wilderness,
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And you dont know when trouble's gonna come you way
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Or when God's gonna give or take it away.
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This life,
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This life is fleeting everything,
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Everything's dyin',
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But one day I'll awake,
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All my problems and my sin,
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The won't mattter to me then,
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"Son, welcome home."
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The day doesn't guarantee to come again,
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And life only promises that it will end,
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And we all gotta stand before the Lord one day,
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And I don't wanna die but I don't wanna stay down here
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I feel like a stranger,
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I know, I don't belong here,
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I wanna run and I'll fall down at Jesus' feet and Lay.
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I can't wait to hear him say,
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"Son, welcome home."
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(chorus)
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But I'm still here,
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And I'm tired,
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tired of sin and struggling,
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tired of almost everything
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and sometimes,
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small and clear
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I could swear that I could hear
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angels voices in my ear sayin' welcome home.
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Welcome Home
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| The O.C. Supertones |
