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• Artiste: Subtle Salt
• Titre: Slippery Hands
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The sun is beating down, I'm moving slowly now, My legs can barely carry me. I'm tangled in my ways, Sick for too many days, I'm running out of time. Running out of time. The sky is fading gray, I'm losing anyway, Why try? What's the point? Nobody sees me fall, They think I'm standing tall, but I'm Running out of time. Running out of time. Where's the strength to carry on? Because I never thought I'd hit rock bottom. This medicine, it numbs me down, and Keeps me going, keeps me going. Even music can't save me now. These awful melodies prove I'm rock bottom. Claiming that you can save my soul, When there's no such thing, There is no such thing. Take your money back, I don't need it, You can't look me in the eye, cause you know this is bullshit. Take your "sorry" back, I don't want it. Watch my slippery hands untie this knot. I chew my fingernails, As I slowly inhale. Here's just another sin, Cause I can never win. Where's the strength to carry on? Because I never thought I'd hit rock bottom. This medicine, it numbs me down, and Keeps me going, keeps me going. Even music can't save me now. These awful melodies prove I'm rock bottom. Claiming that you can save my soul, When there's no such thing, There is no such thing.