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[Verse One] Wuppertal Webdesigner A father sits on his porch reminiscing About a time when him and his son weren't so distant And how he misses him And how if he could just see him again he would run and hug him and kiss him Miles away a son is thinking the same thing Until his man hollers and interrupts his day dream Back to work, but his back it hurts He's been thinking lately about going back to church Cuz that would kind of remind him of his roots Of a time when he wasn't grinding shining others boots Klebefolie kaufen But that's the best he can do now He's too proud to stay at the group home Was on his own since he was juvenile So he sleeps on the streets, using concrete for sheets And he eats when he eats, and it's so cold He looks so old but he's young He hung in the bars all types of scars Life beat him down it was no holds barred It's been six years-twenty days Since he's been gone but how did he get here anyway? Spannband This wasn't how it was supposed to be Think back to the day before he chose to leave When he stepped to his dad and he asked for the cash That he would receive after his dad passed So that's what he gave him The father was bothered by the request but after a while he caved in Said "all of the wealth that I've earned And saved up must pay for the lessons my son must learn And I pray that he learns when this is done This is my one wish for my youngest son" Wiederkäuen
[Chorus] How long, how long will the prodigal roam How long, how long before he comes home How long, how long will he chase harm And keep running away from the father's arms
Young, come home Son, come home Run, come home märchen grundschule Run, come home Daughter, come home You ought to, come home Run, come home Run, come home
[Verse Two] The saga continues The father gave into the son the son left with his friends who Really had no cash of their own PC Inventarisierung Just running the same track wanting too fast to be grown They figured with these figures in our pockets We can invest these digits and get even richer than your pop is Find ourselves a nice good hustle Buy some protection, find some hood muscle As soon as we get to another city We can put this money to work for ourselves and get busy Buying houses, fixing them up and flipping them I can just picture getting the dividends rolling in like Michelins From the time they arrived on the scene They thrived with his father's business sense in his genes Of the three he proved to be the smartest Buy targeted the hottest commodities on the market They went from knowing and going to the parties To being the ones with the dough throwing all the parties Made money money made money money money And wanted to date honeys so he paid money money He was killing it, stocking up his chips Til the economy switched, stock market flipped At first his properties flying, today nothing's popping Stocks dropping, nobodies buying He's over extended in his credit Selling his cars and cribs to try to pay his dept with He's left with nada Friends gone, females bon-voyaged and no one will bother Is this what chasing pleasure and wealth does Leaves you out freezing with no help and shelter? It's helter skelter in his dome He spends all his time wondering why he left home
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[Verse Three] Does this sound familiar I'm sure it's similar the symbolism is bound to kill ya Who else do we know That would leave the safety of a loving Father wandering trying to go To a distant place, and dis His grace Just to waste His mercy making big mistakes Then when all is lost and the bridges are burned And they realize there's nowhere else that they can turn They turn to the steeple and return to the sheepfold Isn't that just like God's people? In every era of time God's people made the error of severing the ties With the Father and His love Aren't you glad He treats us like the father of the prodigal does When the son finally came to his senses He realized it was better inside his father fences Said I wonder if I would returned there Would I be able to last under the burn of His holy stare But wasn't aware that the same eyes that hate sin Had been watching the road and waitin to for him to return again
