I can feel it building up inside
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Images that play inside my mind
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Dreams that I¡¯ve been dreaming all my life
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The colors that live outside of the lines
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But dreams aren¡¯t all I hide beneath this skin
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The chord is cut, the fear, and doubts begin
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My hope is anchored on the other side
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With the colors that live outside of the lines
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And the oceans roar
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And the wheels, they spin
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And the old promises
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Bring me back, bring me back to the beginning again
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But the cold again at harbor stacks
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With the weight of these machines across my back
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I know a mountain road where time unwinds
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But I¡¯ve visited it in a single fall I had
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And it all just sounds like poison on my ears
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The background noise makes your voice so hard to hear
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So I grit my teeth and straighten up my spine
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I¡¯m stuck in traffic on the dotted yellow line
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And my heart is yours
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And what a broken place it¡¯s in
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But you¡¯re running far
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And I want to feel the wind at my back again
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Back to the beginning again
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Back to the beginning again
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I want to feel the wind at my back again
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Back to the beginning again
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Back to the beginning again
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I want to feel the wind at my back again
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And my heart is yours
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And what a broken place it¡¯s in
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But you¡¯re running far
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And I want to feel the wind at my back again
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Back to the beginning again
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Back to the beginning again
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I want to feel the wind at my back again
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Back to the beginning again
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Back to the beginning again
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I want to feel the wind
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I want to feel the wind
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I want to feel the wind at my back again
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Back To The Beginning Again
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| Switchfoot |
