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Don Johnson Big Band - Salt Water lyrics
I'm riding on the 5.40
 Taking people back home in the morning
 Find a safe spot and curl up against the window
 Thoughts forming in my head, i'm on a thin rope
 Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed
 Me back in the right direction, close contact
 With do you want more?!!!??! and prose combat
 Deep in this blue moment holding me tight
 I turn around and travel back to the beginning
 Plan to stay there all night
 No preventing the fact that time is ticking faster
 But i'm past the point where losing a day is a disaster
 Last a minute more than the mind ever expected
 Find a memory, connect it to a december week, in effect it's
 The summer washed away, these moments getting shorter
 I still remember sleeping in the smell of salt water
 I never thought the day would arrive when the
 Same music once able to drive people insane and burn
 Turntables alive would suddenly start to turn sour
 Polished unrecognizable, slowly devour
 It's surroundings, people howling "new masterpiece!"
 Your latest mix, who passed the p's and made a switch?
 Now it's 2 double-zero 3, more mighty tricks
 And i would rather see an album like the one in 96
 When i spent practically every morning content
 Just to wear your tape out on the way to school or representDon Johnson Big Band - Salt Water - http://motolyrics.com/don-johnson-big-band/salt-water-lyrics.html
 The kind of rugged raw attitude the music related
 Flaring like the yellow street lights, illuminated
 By a creative force that seemed impossible to harness
 My favorite artist hands down, came and played the hardest
 Bands down, on that february night
 For years to come, ain't seen nothing of the like
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 It's out of order, out of control, now the border patrol
 Is after you, is it too distorted a goal
 To take aim and claim we need a war at a whole
 Group of artists gone and done fall in a hole?
 What they preach is nothing more than glamour and glitz
 Elaborate pics, bigger in score, camera tricks
 Triggering more enamor with fame, sore because
 This famine inflicts pain on the stomach and brain
 For more loud token RnB vocals
 If you're outspoken, the power to keep your mouth open
 Might quickly turn against you, i'm proceeding wide awake
 Breath in, and there's never been a finer day
 To spend trying to wait for the minutes to pass
 Now i'm treading on a sinister path, better finish it fast
 And this pen is the last thing left
 I wish it had more letters to cast
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