| I’ve been counting ways to tell you that this isn’t working out in my head
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| «Is there a problem? |
| You can tell me,» she said
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| But despite my best intentions, what would I say to you now?
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| With all the «I'm sorry"s that come out your mouth
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| You’ve promised me a good time in your town
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| But I’m not driving that distance just to turn around
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| So, maybe you should try harder
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| To begin to try trying less
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| I swear I’m not this hard to impress
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| And you’re way too funny to give me much less
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| I’ll chalk it up to inexperience
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| But still, you’ve kept your mouth shut
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| The cat’s got your tongue
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| In a fit of apprehension
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| And I wish I had the courage to say this to your face
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| You’ll forgive me one day
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| But this song will outlive us both anyway, any day
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| So, maybe you should try harder
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| To begin to try trying less
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| I swear I’m not this hard to impress
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| So, take this song home with you
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| ‘Cause I’ll never see it for myself
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| You can introduce it to your parents
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| Or frame it on your shelf |