Sycamore

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

            F
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 the sandy shore
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The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor
        F        G
Well, I miss you more
                 F
Well, I miss you more

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The sea calls to me again, like 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 they're fee-ding
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On the changing it can cavern of my heart
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And though it's her that is tearing us apart
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I begin to understand, oh I'm longing for the land

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

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