New England

Falling into white delusion
Locked up in our own seclusion song
Yeah holding on

Scenic roads and railway stations
Falling leaves and expectations grow
on picket row

Oh yeah, New England
Oh my home

History in painted shelters
Standing in the fading summer breeze
Blood on their knees

In their lives
They think that they can't give an honest world
Parting words

Oh yeah, New England
You're my home

Falling into white delusion
Locked up in our own seclusion song
Yeah holding on

History in painted shelters
Standing in the fading summer breeze
Blood on their knees

Oh yeah, New England
You're my home

Oh yeah, New England
You're my home



Credits
Writer(s): John Paquin
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