| I’m coming back home for the Winter
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| And the border patrol said I should stick there for a while
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| It’s got my mind in a flood, and the light gets dimmer
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| As the world gets cold
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| So now I’m back in my room but it looks different
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| My sisters painted the walls and nothing’s in it anymore
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| But this is the place I found my Spirit
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| So I know I’m home
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| I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
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| Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
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| When time runs me around, give my word to the gravediggers
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| I’m just passing through
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| Sometimes I wish that lived in the Middle of Nowhere
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| With a couple of dogs and a ranch on a farm
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| I don’t even like farming or early mornings
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| It just sounds calm
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| And I’d marry that girl I met in Texas
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| Then my grandma could hang around for the Wedding
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| Now it’s starting to sound like a better ending
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| And that hits hard
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| Cause I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
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| Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
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| When time runs me around, give my word to the gravedigger
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| I’m just passing through
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| I’m just passing through
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| I’m just passing through
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| There’s a million tangents I’ve been twisting
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| They always lead to regret laced reminiscence in the end
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| Sometimes my mind feels like a prison
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| It just needs some sun
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| So I’ll walk til the city meets the Country
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| Til I’m the only one left in the world
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| Then I’ll write a few songs that just go nowhere
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| Like this one
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| Cause I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
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| Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
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| When time runs me around, give my word to the gravedigger
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| I’m just passing through
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| I’m just passing through
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| I’m just passing through
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| I’m just passing through |