Lyrics:
wounds, you washed mine with salt
Called at least six times, yet coms my fault
Been calm whole time, fuck you talking about
This shit comedy show, you
the shades and feel your lips they're touching mine again
I can watch the shadows of the moon slow dance across your skin
Hold you in a place where lovers
breaking I had a blast I'm not dead
Just take my hand and lead me to my bed
Waves rain salt hail
When will mine sail
Wind comes surges by
Someday we'll all
IT'S JUST MY LUCK
IT'S JUST MY LUCK to live when I'd much rather die.
I'd end my life, but I don't have the nerve to try.
You're not worth the salt
Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine
"Well met, well met," said an old true love
"Well met, well met," said he
I have just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it's all for the love
lie
I've got you off my mind
I feel your body lyin' next to mine
I reach out in the darkness
But you're not there for me to find
There's only
of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you
to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you
an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he will be a true love of mine
4-
Tell him to reap it with
The salt inside the rising tide
Tears you got from me
Got from me
Got from me, yeah
One day I'll be ready
To take what could be mine
Everything I'd
noe pepper og noe salt
Trenger gutta mine nå, for dette hjertet her blir kaldt
Hun spør om jeg har nach, jeg bare ja
Jeg har sprit, jeg har vin, jeg
lover of mine.
Ah, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true
Oh ah ah ah
Kjære vene
Lett på grepet før du går din vei (oh)
Mine tanker fyller salt i alle sår i meg
Svevende avsted
Finnes det noen som forstår
Swaying out in the breeze
To a queen
Rip a wage from the street
From a mine
Through the salt of the earth
To inherit
but a burden of worth
To get lost
Som pepper og salt er jeg elsket av mine landsmenn
De tar min kynisme for ren arroganse
Har ingen tilhørighet og ingen å venne til
Med mindre du
patter, og de kigger på mig
Jeg fik en lillebitte shot, en Tequila af dig
Der var en lille smule salt og citron
Og jeg stak mine fingre op under din
and made mine
Add a little salt to the bass line
Hold you while I talk like a FaceTime
Circle stay small and I ain't lyin'
Work way too hard, can't take mine
and watch it
Burn
Like whiskey in my glass
Even though it's sitting on ice
It's always gonna burn
Little too hot real fast
Like when you were mine
when we don't know where we are
How'd I wind up in Jamaica
Was it your wild hair or was it mine
Oh I barely remember, you cussing December
As you
svetter hun er tært
so fine
so fine
jeg har lært
vær chill
tros alt
blander mine følelser med bade salt
hun er min favoritt
men jeg behandler
while I'm holding
Your body to mine
I sense the salt on my tongue
Tastes like ooh aah
Make my heart beat like a drum
And the night sky
Houses the moon
mine nigga
Ion take no fronts gave me sumn then that’s mine
Throwing salt on my name shit what’s new get in line nigga
Just know that once u cross it
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