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I want my share of the estate I'm leaving home, expatriate
Father understand, just how I feel
I have to go, a life to gain

So I set off to a distant country, and i squanded all my wealth
I delighted myself in wild living and spent my every cent

The country broken into famine
I was falling short in need
I couldn't live in this condition
I was feeling no more greed
And I was becoming more lonely
And all my life began to fade
This life isn't what I had dreamed
And I have put myself through shame

I've worked my fingers right to their bones
I'm feeling ill, I miss my home
Why did I leave, why did I go
Now I have nothing, I have no home

I brought myself to an understanding, what i was going to do
I'd head back to where I once called home
And ask if i could work for food

Father I have sinned against you
And against our family's name
I'm not worthy to be your son no-more
Wont you take me as your slave
My son I'm so glad to see you
As a tear rab down his face
You were dead, but now your alive
You will find home here at this place

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