| If everything went back to sea
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| Back to the start of things
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| I would wish the future well
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| And I wouldn’t change a thing
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| All the things I fear the most
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| They’ll be bound to set me back
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| Any wrong I ever do
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| Will always come back to me
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| Time was a film run backward through my hands
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| I could feel the pyramids move in the sand
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| I was up and I was high
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| When I hit the air-pocket
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| And I thought it was the end
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| Till you became a butterfly
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| You’d been closing in on me
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| Day after day
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| Mirrored in your eye
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| I was a castaway
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| Turn the clocks back
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| We’re running out of time
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| Turn back the tide
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| And the river changes your mind
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| I’m going back to the start
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| If everything went back to sea
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| Back to the start of things
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| All the things we never said
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| Never hold them back again
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| Time was a film run backward through my hands
|
| I could feel the pyramids move in the sand
|
| Turn the clocks back
|
| We’re running out of time
|
| Turn back the tide
|
| And the river changes your mind
|
| We’re going back to the start
|
| Turn the clocks back
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| We’re running out of time
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| We’re going back to the start, to the start
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| We’re going back to the start, to the start
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| To the start
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| To the start
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| If everything went back to sea
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| Back to the start of things
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| Back to the start of things
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| Back to the start of things |