John Dowland: Book of Airs, 1597 -- Air: If my complaints could passions move

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I tried to, believe me but I just deceive me I still can't admit to myself That you've done some growing And I must be slowing You're looking for somebody else The answer had been found So I hang around We sit at home and watch your TV And when that show's over, yeah Just like we're over Each time this gets Easier for me Easier for me, easier for me Each time this gets easier for me I wish I were braver, I wish I could save her That one Love that we shared I wish it had lasted I prayed and I fasted And god no, she couldn't care The answer's been found So I hung around I might search at the library But that book's been read Guess our luck is dead Each time it's gettin' easier to me Easier to me, easier to me Each time it's getting easier to me