Well, you walked in and knocked me right out of my seat
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How could a pretty little boy make such a fool out of me
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Oh, you better run for cover, you better get on your knees
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You better think about it then turn around and leave
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Oh, I'm ready to let you go
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I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
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I'm tired of feeling low
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I'm getting ready ... to let you go
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Well you won't find me cryin' in my drink
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I got a little black dress and my toes are painted pink
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Oh, my brother said to tell you you're tires look kind of low
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My daddy says he knows of a lake where no one goes
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I'm ready to let you go
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I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
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I'm tired of feeling low
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I'm getting ready ... to let you go
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Maybe someday the truth will set you free
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Til that day keep you're lying hands off me
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Oh, I'm ready to let you go
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I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
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I'm tired of feeling low
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I'm getting ready
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I'm ready to let you go
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I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
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I'm tired of feeling low
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I'm getting ready ... to let you go
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Ready To Let You Go
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| Michelle Branch |
