| 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 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 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 |