| I’m singing songs about the ocean
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| And every night’s a lullaby
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| To the coastal breeze and the salty seas
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| I’ve never felt so far from home
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| And as we cast on through these mountains
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| I keep my back to western skies
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| Where the sun it seems to always sleep
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| Where I wish I was going
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| She’s the sea, she’s the hardest thing to leave
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| I wish that she would notice, but the sea will never notice
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| Jolene, Jolene, that’s what she sang to me
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| But it ain’t nothing but her favorite country song
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| So this old van becomes a vessel
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| A beast of burden and a home
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| But those eastern shores are never yours
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| Where I wish I was going
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| Going, going
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| She’s the sea, she’s the hardest thing to leave
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| I wish that she would notice, but the sea will never notice
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| Jolene, Jolene, that’s what she sang to me
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| But it ain’t nothing but her favorite country song
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| Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
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| But it ain’t nothing, no it ain’t nothing |