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Salted Air And Spilt Ink

 

Sometimes I’m drunk, smiling ear to ear
And my soul is open book
My sky is salted air
And my sea spilt ink
My life, whom should I thank?

I start to walk along the shore that I very well know
Only two minutes walk to the harbor
Where children play, hide from us
Needle pricked arms

So I swear the worst I can
Though I have escaped the ghetto long ago
And the moon above us tastes like wafer
And the road smells like lost world

Now my sky is salted air
And my sea is spilt ink
That’s why I’m singing, so that I don’t disappear in the dark
Because if I wasn’t what I am, I’d be a vegetable
My town, whom should I thank?

Sometimes I’m drunk, smiling ear to ear
And my life is open book
I often stumble, but I always land on my feet
I’m a man with no worries
My town, whom should I thank?