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• Artiste: John Butler Trio
• Titre: Let Yourself Go
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We identified and we just laid low Maybe a little more than we wanted to know And here we are now at the back of my place Holding each other's hand and staring off into space Yeah, there was something more that we wanted to hear Like all the tests came back, and you were in the clear You took it on the chin with a trembling smile But your eyes. They spoke a million miles All of the memories now come flooding from the back of my head And I'm waiting on you, waiting for you to explode, and whether I should go run or defend Why did you, why did you, why did you leave it all up to me? To clean up your mess I'm better off, I guess If there's a reason, boy, I can't see Through all the walls of the maze I do the best to get out. I can Hold on, hold on. Take this with you before you let yourself go Yeah, we packed your bags. A whole trailer load You held out long as you could, but it was time to let go And now our bedroom looks like your old place I'm sleeping on the couch and staring off into space And there's an image now I will never forget Your friends waving goodbye the day you left They were balancing tears on the rims of their eyes I never witnessed beauty so rare in my life And all of the memories now come flooding from the back of my head And I'm waiting on you, waiting for you to explode, and whether I should go run or defend But I can't choose 'cause you're not a threat anymore, you're just faded ash in the sand So sick and tired Of living the fight-or-flight It's more than anyone could withstand Set me free, set me free, set me free Only you, only you. Why did you leave it all up to me? To clean up your mess I'm better off, I guess If there's a reason, boy, I can't see Through all the walls of the maze I do the best to get out. I can Hold on, hold on. Take this with you before you let yourself go Take this with you before you let yourself go Take this with you before you let yourself go I blame it on you I blame it on me I blame it on these times of the rising seas In the back of my head, back of my heart Breaking me down to the very start Yes, you gave us your best You gave us your worst Sometimes, loving you felt like a curse All the shame that I thought, thought I'd shed Thinking it'd be easier, if you were dead Why did you, why did you, why did you leave it all up to me? To clean up your mess I'm better off, I guess If there's a reason, boy, I can't see Through all the walls of the maze I do the best to get out. I can Hold on. Hold on Hold on. Hold on