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Salt

from Salt by Fine, Fine

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Well here I am
A ghost of the joy
I used find in the day to day

Well here I am
Unsure of myself
And waking up feeling sick again

I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are

There's never been an answer I've found on the ceiling
As much as I stare
As much as I sweat and taste the salt

I want a way out of the hole I keep digging
But when I'm close
I feel the sweat and taste the salt

I know it's been sold
Letting go keeps me clean
Even though I've never known
How cleanliness was next to godliness

I found my god in pettiness

I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are
And I'll never realize how much I've been given
That's the taste of salt

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from Salt, released September 6, 2016

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