I've been sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Searching far and wide
For something that feels real
I need something that feels real
I don't want to lose my soul
Chasing after things that don't
Lead, me, straight to You
And I'm lost in the feeling
That I ain't from this world
The going back to Eden
Ain't gonna be easy
But it leads me straight to You
Now I'm running ho-o-ome
Like the Prodigal
I don't need the money
I don't want the fame
I don't want what I can't take
With me, in, the grave
I don't want to lose my soul
Chasing after things that don't
Lead, me, straight to You
I'm lost in the feeling
That I ain't from this world
The going back to Eden
Ain't gonna be easy
But it leads me straight to you
Now I'm running ho-o-ome
Like the Prodigal
I don't want to lose my soul
Chasing after things that don't
Lead, me, straight to You
I don't want to lose my gaze
When I meet you face to face
Well done, welcome home
Now I'm running ho-o-ome
Like the Prodigal
I'm lost in the feeling
That I ain't from this world
The going back to Eden
Ain't gonna be easy
But it leads me straight to you
Now I'm running ho-o-ome
Like the Prodigal
Lost in the feeling
That I ain't from this world
The going back to Eden
Ain't gonna be easy
But it leads me straight to You
Now I'm running ho-o-ome
Like the Prodigal
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