Switchfoot - The War Inside Lyrics
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The War Inside
The War Inside Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The War Inside By Switchfoot?
Put your hands up open wide
Put your hands up side by side Age don't matter like Race don't matter like Place don't matter like what's inside Let the kick drum kick one time Breathe out let your mind unwind Eyes on the ceiling Looking for the feeling Wide open let your own eyes shine Yeah, it's where the fight begins Yeah, underneath the skin Between these hopes and where we've been Every fight comes from the fight within I am the war inside I am the battle line I am the rising tide I am the war I fight Eyes open, open wide I can feel it like a crack in my spine I can feel it like the back of my mind I am the war inside I get the feeling that we're living in sci-fi I get the the feeling that our weapons are lo-fi Ain't no killer like pride No killer like I No killer like what's inside Yeah, it's in the air we breathe Yeah, it's in the blood we bleed Beneath these dreams and what we've seen We are the kids of the in-between Put your hands up open up wide Put your hands up side by side Age don't matter like Race don't matter like Place don't matter like what's inside Yeah, every thought or deed Yeah, every tree or seed The big things come from the little dreams Every world is made by make believe |
Who Wrote The War Inside By Switchfoot?
Jon Foreman, Tim Foreman
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What's The Duration Of The The War Inside By Switchfoot?The duration of The War Inside is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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