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letra de dilettantes - lincoln le fevre

when i met you in the dying minutes of the me today
as the last night of the season had begun to fade away
the color of the river turned from whiskey to red wine
and we drank both beneath the moon, just brought enough to see you by
and we talked out of politics and bands that we both knew
and the friends back home in adelaide that you never really liked
but the fires that were burning when ya ran away from home
will always stay alight no matter how far ya go

and there’s no one there to rescue you this time
but we’ve still got all night

the clouds sat like a blanket on the mountain to the west
and the bitter air pushed down like the weight of our regrets
and outside the bar we ran into that friend from adelaide
and then you were somehow different and she rubbed me up the wrong way
and i said you’re both dilettantes like everybody else
but you won’t save the world if you can’t save this f-ckin’ town
now we’re all pushing b-ttons just to find out what they do
’cause if there’s nothing left to figure out, there’s nothing left to do

the gallery can’t save us on it’s own
and our determination can only take us so far

the wind was almost strengthened by the caution left behind
then something in the air, brought out the worst in us
and the conversation took another turn like last night’s rain
when it ended in the gutter and then it all dried up again
so when you see your friend can you please tell her i’m alright
and not like she first thought at least for my own peace of mind
but if growin’ up means letting go or being misconstrued
then maybe she was right and i’ve still got some growin’ up to do

there’s no one there to rescue you this time
but you can call me up and i can sound you out
your problems won’t evaporate with time
but we can talk for hours until it feels alright

but this is not a burn and this is not a test
but look me in the f-ckin’ eye and say this weren’t the best night
that you’ve had in years
so next time that you’re down again
maybe come around and sit and shoot the sh-t and everything else seems like second best

- lincoln le fevre

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