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Pillars Of Salt

Our fingers are missing, they litter the ground

Grass will never grow near this town, again

The frames on the walls are crooked and empty

Our shoulders bend low towards the dirtI've made a deal to get us out of this place

But I am falling apart with each step I take

And as the pieces fall I count them all

Songwriters

Pete Agnew; Darrell Sweet; Dan Mccafferty; Manuel CharltonPublished by

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