The Beginning

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I left my heart in a plastic box
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on the bedside table.
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It will be locked 'til I get home.
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I've grown feeble and tired of the 
world,
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Tired of constantly missing my girl.
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And I long to smell the sea
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And I long to smell the sea
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The sea, the sea
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!

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I miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwestern air,
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and to run each of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
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I've been all over this country 
lately,
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but I've been nowhere it seems, 
nowhere.
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Well, I've found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
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It's coming home to you.
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It's coming home to you.
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You, oh
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You, oh
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You, oh
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You, oh!

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If a simple seed gets just what it 
needs,
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then a redwood tree can grow
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up to a hundred feet for the world 
to see,
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and endure the sleet and the snow.
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But if my whole life was wrapped and
 priced,
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I wonder what the tag would show.
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'Cause every time I'm close to the 
holy ghost,
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I always seem to let her go.

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I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.

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I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.

 D                            Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
            D
on the bedside table.
    Dsus4                         D
It will be locked 'til I get home.