Biography:
The Classic Crime is a Seattle-based alternative rock band. They released their Tooth & Nail debut album, 'Albatross', in 2006. It marked the fastest first-week sales for a new artist in the history of T&N. The band members are Matt MacDonald (vocals), Justin DuQue (guitar), Robert "Cheeze" Negrin (guitar), Alan Clark (bass), and Paul "Skip" Erickson (drums).
While touring in support of their full-length album Albatross, the band created the Acoustic EP: Seattle Sessions, which was simply a compilation of songs they created while on the road.
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Other songs:
- Coldest Heart
- Seatle
- The Precipice
- A Perfect Voice
- Abracadavers
- Albatross
- Beautiful Darkside
- Black And White
- Broken Mess
- City Of Orphans
- Closer Than We Think
- Dead Rose
- Different Now
- Drink In My Hand
- Everything
- Everything And Nothing
- Far From Home
- Fight
- Four Chords
- Glass Houses
- Headlights
- Heaven And Hell
- Holy Water
- I Know The Feeling
- More
- My Name
- Not Done With You Yet
- Salt In The Snow
- Say The Word
- Seattle
- Selfish
- Sing
- Solar Powered Life
- The Beginning
- The Happy Nihilist
- The Test
- The Way That You Are
- Vagabonds
- Wake Up Shipwreck
- Walk With Me
- We All Look Elsewhere
- What Id Give Up
- Where Did You Go
- Who Needs Air
- You And Me Both
- Young Again
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Capo 1
D Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
D
on the bedside table.
Dsus4 D Dsus4
It will be locked 'til I get home.
D
I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
Dsus4
Tired of constantly missing my girl.
D Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea
D Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea
D G
The sea, the sea
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!
D
I miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwestern air,
G
and to run each of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
D
I've been all over this country lately,
G
but I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere.
A
Well, I've found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
G
It's coming home to you.
G D
It's coming home to you.
G
You, oh
D
You, oh
G
You, oh
D
You, oh!
A
If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
Dsus4 D
then a redwood tree can grow
A
up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
Dsus4 D
and endure the sleet and the snow.
A
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
Dsus4 D
I wonder what the tag would show.
A
'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,
Dsus4 D
I always seem to let her go.
A G D
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
A G D
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
D Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
D
on the bedside table.
Dsus4 D
It will be locked 'til I get home.
D Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
D
on the bedside table.
Dsus4 D Dsus4
It will be locked 'til I get home.
D
I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
Dsus4
Tired of constantly missing my girl.
D Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea
D Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea
D G
The sea, the sea
The sea, The sea,
The sea, yeah!
D
I miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwestern air,
G
and to run each of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
D
I've been all over this country lately,
G
but I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere.
A
Well, I've found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
G
It's coming home to you.
G D
It's coming home to you.
G
You, oh
D
You, oh
G
You, oh
D
You, oh!
A
If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
Dsus4 D
then a redwood tree can grow
A
up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
Dsus4 D
and endure the sleet and the snow.
A
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
Dsus4 D
I wonder what the tag would show.
A
'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,
Dsus4 D
I always seem to let her go.
A G D
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
A G D
I let her go, I let her go.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.
D Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
D
on the bedside table.
Dsus4 D
It will be locked 'til I get home.
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