Foo Fighters - New Way Home Lyrics

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Foo Fighters
The Colour And The Shape
New Way Home
Have You found
Your way around the down and out?
I know it must seem long so long

I'm still trying to keep this time from running out
head down always moving on and on and on

I never heard this warning
another early morning
takes me wakes me into

If you can manage me
I'll try to manage you
but lately that's all I ever do

I felt like this on my way home
I'm not scared I pass the boats and the kingdome
I'm not scared

I'll never tell you the secrets I'm holding
I know these things must bore you
but I can't find another way
I'll never tell you the secrets I'm holding
I love this leash that holds me when i try to run away
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