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• Artiste: Devil Wears Prada (The)
• Titre: Salt
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I can never process (Process, process) What I'm feeling in my bones Like a sickness (Sickness, sickness) That I can't diagnose Some days I think I'm afraid of my shadow I show up to fight at all the wrong battles And I don't think my mind will be right 'til I Pour the salt into the wound Let the rain wash over you If everything I said was true Then why am I Paralyzed? Watch the grass blow in the wind for the hell of it (It, it, it) And sometimes I get so caught up that I forget (How could I forget?) That all of our words only mean what's behind them You can't throw gasoline on a fire And say you tried to put it out Pour the salt into the wound Let the rain wash over you If everything I said was true Then why am I Hiding from the blinding lights? I never had an alibi If everything I said was true Then why am I Why am I still paralyzed? Why am I still paralyzed? Step back as the ashes rise Embers up toward the sky With all the things that I can't find Pour the salt into the wound Let the rain wash over you If everything I said was true Then why am I Hiding from the blinding lights? I never had an alibi If everything I said was true Then why am I Why am I still paralyzed? Still paralyzed