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Next Year

I'm in the sky tonight

There i can keep by your side

Watchin the wide world riot and hidin out

I'll be coming home next year

Into the sun we'll climb

Climbin our wings will burn white

Everyone's strapped in tight, we'll ride it out

I'll be coming home next year

Come on get on, get on

Take it till life runs out

No one can find us now, living with our heads under ground

Into the night we shine

Lightin the way, we glide by

Catch me if i get too high, when i come down

I'll be coming home next year

I'm in the sky tonight

There i can keep by your side

Watchin the whole world windin round and round

I'll be coming home next year

Come on get on, get on

Take it till life runs out

No one can find us now

Livin with our heads under ground

I'll be coming home next year

I'll be coming home next year

Everything's all right up here if i come down

I'll be coming home next year

Say good bye

Say good bye

Say good bye

Say good bye

I'll be coming home next year

I'll be coming home next year

Everything's all right up here

If i come down

I'll be coming home next year (repeat until end)