| This time I think it could be perfect
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| But you’d push it away
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| I came here today with a purpose
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| Should I try or just let it go
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| Cause these things I’d like to ask you
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| Are things I can’t explain
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| Or should I keep your glance outside the porch last
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| Saturday
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| Should I have succumbed to your courtesy
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| I could see you were trying to get my attention
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| But I pushed it away
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| This time I think it could be perfect
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| But you’d push it away
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| Tonight it seemed suddenly perfect
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| Still no promises made
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| The balance of power was shifted
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| Were you trying to let me in
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| Or was I trying so hard
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| That all my confidence was lost tonight
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| Confused and regretful I cracked
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| Swallowed it back
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| And left with no spine intact
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| Maybe we were meant to see what’s right
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| See how this ought to be
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| Just a taste of life to see what’s right
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| You made sense out of me
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| What a shame that we’re slipping away now
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| I’m going away now
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| Off to see what’s out there
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| Cause you’re all that’s here for me |