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Rob Riccardo
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Rob Riccardo
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I'm not going to lie, some days I miss the tide
And the scent of a salt water breeze comin' over me
But I have no doubt, where I am right now
Is right where I'm supposed to be
This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me
I've traded hurricanes for monsoonal rains
And I love that I have no idea what's next
It could be northern lights or Rocky Mountain highs
I've learned to be open to anything
This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me
What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa)
Are you looking for the sycamore? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What are you searching for? (Whoa, whoa)
Are you looking for the sycamore? (Sycamore, looking for the sycamore)
This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me
This is the journey of the soul, it's the adventure of me
No matter what I'm told, I know that I am free
To roam my own way, to flow in my own sea
To chase my own dreams on this adventure of me
Writer(s): Robert Riccardo
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