Like salt in a wound
Like salt in the womb
Stinging each morning and night
Like fire to the touch
When the pain is too much
When the tears get trapped in our eyes
Goodbye never comes
Hand glued to the gun
That fired the bullet we bite
Like salt in a wound
Like salt in the womb
Burning the skin of new life
Like salt in the womb
Stinging each morning and night
Like fire to the touch
When the pain is too much
When the tears get trapped in our eyes
Goodbye never comes
Hand glued to the gun
That fired the bullet we bite
Like salt in a wound
Like salt in the womb
Burning the skin of new life
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