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Come ^Griding on a rushing wind Blow ^Emthrough our hair and touch our skin I want to ^Cfeel You n^Gow like I f^Emelt You ^Dthen ^GStrip away my calloused hear^Bmt ^EmSet Your arrow hit Your mark Can You ^Ctake me ^Gback to ^Emwhere lov^De starts Can You ^Ctake me ^Gback to ^Emwhere Yo^Du are

^G Father, I'm running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come Cause ^EmI cannot go ^Don ^G Your child is running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come ^EmBack where I bel^Dong

I ^Gknow You've heard this all before When I'm ^Emdown and crying on the floor Saying ^CI want ^GYou and ^Emnothing ^Dmore But I'm ^Gbreaking in my heart toni^Bmght I've ^Emtried to stand I've tried to fight But I ^Ccannot ^Gsee ^Emwithout Your ^Dlight No, I ^Ccannot ^Gbreathe ^Emwithout ^DYou

^G Father, I'm running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come Cause ^EmI cannot go ^Don ^G Your child is running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come ^EmBack where I bel^Dong

When ^GI saw you I was ashamed ^EmYou were pure and I was stained But You ^Cran to ^Gme and ^EmYou called my^D name There were ^Ctears of ^Gjoy u^Empon Your^D face

^G Father, I'm running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come Cause ^EmI cannot go ^Don ^G Your child is running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come ^EmBack into Your a^Drms

^G Father, I'm running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come Cause ^EmI cannot go ^Don ^G Your child is running ^D Father, I'm coming h^Come I'm ^Emback where I bel^Dong