Foo Fighters - Next Year (live in Melbourne, Australia) Lyrics

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I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I'll be coming home next year
Into the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We'll ride it out
I'll be coming home next year
Come on get on get on
Take it til life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground
Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year
I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind around and round
I'll be coming home next year
Come on get on get on
Take it til life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with out heads underground
I'll be coming home next year
I'll be coming home next year
Everthing's alright up here
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year
Say good-bye now
Say good-bye now
Say good-bye now
Say good-bye now
I'll be coming home next year
I'll be coming home next year
Everything's alright up here
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year x10
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