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she tastes my mind like wine
she harbors love inside
she dangles toes into this river
she knows the fish wont bite

i knew a son of whiskey breath
his heart was sure as gold
the preacher slapped him hardily
and pushed his soul to death

now i fill my lungs with life

because i wont swim any faster
i wont look into the headlights
i wont suck on the poison
i wont feed these lies
i want pure white fire
that will burn true

my anchor abides
the flame expires
the salt gives life forever
the space around grows cold cold colder
tell her
tell her

to fish me
from the river
i am