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[00:02.26]Salty and Sweet—John Smith
[00:09.89]I’m a fishing girl, just a lonely girl
[00:16.08]The Town in which I live is breaking water
[00:23.01]I told my Mother, my violent brother
[00:29.26]All they give to me is reason to leave
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[00:38.74]Imagine my surprise, a pair of ancient eyes
[00:48.85]Set into a face as old as land
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[00:55.20]He stands in front of, he came out of the sea
[01:01.55]He says it hurts his skin to touch the sand
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[01:08.24]He crawls back into the sea, the air is salty and sweet
[01:14.73]A backward glance by way of invitation
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[01:21.15]I’m in now up to my knees, the air is salty and sweet
[01:27.58]I’ll leave my dress by way of explanation
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[01:47.56]My man don’t care for clothes, the things he does not own
[01:53.68]They never trouble him, never give him grief
[02:00.06]‘Cause he’s as soft as silk, as pure as baby milk
[02:06.62]And harder than earth that he scorns