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In the past I was a sailor, sweet mother ocean, I failed her I died alone inside her womb And now I crave all citrus, and my thirst is endless All my clothes are shades of blue Reborn to walk these streets, miles and miles from the sea Can’t see the stars above, no sails to carry me Every wound I get, every scar I've kept I blame it all on dry land Trash, dirt and gasoline, I can’t seem to stay clean City sun bakes me dry I leave things as I found them, I climb up every mountain Just to keep her in my eye I miss her waves of salt, telling me it’s not my fault Even from far away, I hear them sirens call It brings me to my knees, I've lost all that's close to me I blame it all on dry land Out of Santa Fe, up to Half Moon Bay Where the sand blows on the road I miss my native waters, I miss my sort of daughter More than they will ever know Lovers pass by, I don't mind They had their chances, I had mine One day I'll sail again, she’ll ask me where I've been I’ll blame it all on dry land From Letras Mania