Sycamore

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I don't see nothing wrong being a 
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drea-mer
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I've been floating for so long 
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from the shore
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The sea, it has its song, that 
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it's sin-ging
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It's a sad and lonely tune in the 
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blue
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And it calls to drift and sails 
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like me and you
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But I cannot understand, why I'm 
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longing for the land

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I miss the sound of the breeze
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Through the leaves of the sycamore
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Wading in the waves to my knees on
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 the sandy shore
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The birds and the bees and your 
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panties on the bathroom floor
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Well, I miss you more
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Well, I miss you more

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The sea calls to me again, like 
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it's screa-ming
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Your home is the water, in the stars
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In the chasm of the deep, well 
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they're fee-ding
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On the changing it can cavern of 
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my heart
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And though it's her that is 
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tearing us apart
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I begin to understand, oh I'm 
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longing for the land

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I miss the sound of the breeze
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Through the leaves of the sycamore
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Wading in the waves to my knees on
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 the sandy shore
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The birds and the bees and your 
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panties on the bathroom floor
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Well, I miss you more

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Whoa, I miss the sound of the 
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breeze through the leaves of the 
sycamore
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Wading in the waves to my knees on
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 the sandy shore
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The birds and the bees and your 
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panties on the bathroom floor
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Well, I miss you more
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Well, I miss you more
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I miss you more
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I miss you more