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All my cares have become my greatest fears And the day is getting louder, It's getting louder in my ears And I'm sorry, I'm sorry I swear I'm not sorry I've been cutting down trees long enough to see That nobody is around And my paper thin courage Is only what I've lost to find True love made of thickest oak And a never ending time So bring this back home to The place I'm supposed to be Bring this back home, oh God I hope you're waiting for me Faith comes in a little package, wrapped up tight And confusing to me And I've prayed, oh I've prayed enough To merely feed a mouse And the skin on my body Isn't very old at all But the honor on my chest Was made a long time ago So bring this back home to the place I'm supposed to be Bring this back home, oh God I hope you're waiting for me