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The ocean is too big for me A grain of sand on the shore The battle of the waves is all I see Rolling, curling, and more I could stand here for years The breeze tossing my hair I'd rather be where my problems disappear All of my worries fading is rare In the sunlight I stand The sun beating on my head Some just don't understand My longing for my own bed Though I walked the beaches of Florida Present in mind and body There are other plans on my agenda And my heart lies in Missouri.