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When the thorn bush turns white, that's when I'll come home
I am going out to see what I can sow
And I don't know where I'll go and I don't know what I'll see
But I'll try not to bring it back home with me
Like the morning sun, your eyes will follow me
As you watch me wander, curse the powers that be
'Cause all I want is here and now, but it's already been and gone
Our intentions always last that bit too long
Far, far away, no voices sounding
No one around me and you're still there
Far, far away, no choices passing
No time confounds me and you're still there
In the full moon's light, I listen to the stream
And in between the silence hear you calling me
But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been
But if I come home, how will I ever leave?
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