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Give Out

by Sharon van Etten

There were your eyes in the dark of the room
The only ones shining,
The only set I had met in years.
It's not because I always look down.
It might be I always look out x2

I am biting* my lip                                                                                                  *(to bite : mordre)
As confidence is speaking to me.
I loosen* my grip from my palm,                                                                            *(desserrer)
Put it on your knee.
In my way,
I say
You're the reason why I'll move to the city or
Why I'll need to leave.


There was your breath on the back of my neck,
The only one holding,
The only one I had felt in years.
It's not because I always hold on,
It might be I always hold out.                                                                                 *(tenir, durer)

Chorus

So what's with the eyes in the back of the room?
The only ones trying.
The only ones I have let in years.
It's not because I always give up,
It might be I always give out* x4                                                                            *( s’épuiser, céder)

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