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Salty and Sweet—John Smith |
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I’m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl |
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The Town in which I live is breaking water |
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I told my Mother, my violent brother |
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All they give to me is reason to leave |
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Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes |
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Set into a face as old as land |
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He stands in front of, he came out of the sea |
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He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand |
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He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet |
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A backward glance by way of invitation |
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I’m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet |
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I’ll leave my dress by way of explanation |
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My man don’t care for clothes, the things he does not own |
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They never trouble him, never give him grief |
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‘Cause he’s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk |
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And harder than earth that he scorns |
