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there I can keep by your side |
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Watching the wide world riot and hiding out |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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Climbing our wings will burn white |
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Everyone strapped in tight We'll ride it out |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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Take it till life runs out |
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Living with our heads underground |
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Lighting the way we glide by |
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Catch me if I get too high When I come down |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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There I can keep by your side |
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Watching the whole world wind around and round |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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Take it till life runs out |
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Living with our heads underground |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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Everything's alright up here If I come down |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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Everything's alright up here If I come down |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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I'll be coming home next year |
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