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Salt On Our Skin
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Crimson Moon 8939
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Oct 2026
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2:53
male
Warm indie folk
up beat male melodic vocal with finger picked banjo
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\ Bare feet On the boardwalk wood Sunblock On your faded hood Laugh lines In the corners of your eyes You said “We’ve got nothing but the tide”
\ Those July days They’re still on my skin Sand in the car and the cheap motel grin We were young We were rust We were salt on our skin I keep driving back in my mind again
\ Cherry coke In a paper cup Wet hair Dripping on the truck Polaroids Curling at the edge Your name Carved into the ledge
\ Those July days They’re still on my skin Bonfire smoke and your voice in the wind We were brave We were dust We were salt on our skin I keep driving back in my mind again
\ Do you ever taste That ocean on your lips? Hear the waves crash Between the little slips Of everyday talking About grown-up things While somewhere that summer Still sings Still sings (oh)
\ Those July days They’re still on my skin Sunburnt shoulders and your cotton dress spin We were wild We were us We were salt on our skin I keep driving back in my mind again I keep driving back to the water again
\ Moonlight On the motel sign Your hand Resting over mine Late nights With the windows down We got lost On the edge of town
\ Those July days They’re still on my skin Stars overhead and your crooked little grin We were gold We were young We were salt on our skin I keep driving back in my mind again
\ Old songs On the radio Your laugh In the afterglow Years pass Like the waves roll in But I still Know where we’ve been
\ Those July days They’re still on my skin Sand in my shoes and the ache settling in We were brave We were dust We were salt on our skin I keep driving back in my mind again
\ Now the boardwalk Has a different name And the little beach town Will never be the same But I still see you When the sky turns gold And I still feel young When the night turns cold
Those July days They’re still on my skin A little bit of
forever That I’m living in We were wild We were us We were salton our skin I keep driving back to the water again I keep driving back to the water again
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