"In The Eyes Of Sailors, We're All Saints" lyrics


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"In The Eyes Of Sailors, We're All Saints"

My mind's full of minotaurs
Chasing me down these narrow halls
I am a civil war
I'm an ink blot stain
I'm days away

From where we want to be
Lying on my bed falling asleep
Back at my place, suburban New Jersey

We laid there like an open wound
You commissioned to his wrist
He couldn't handle when you said
I'm just not feeling this
You're just not feeling it

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