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Introduction:

“Too Far This Time” is a song by American country music singer Toby Keith. It was released in August 2007 as the second single from his album “White Trash with Money”. The song was written by Scotty Emerick and Dean Dillon.

The song is a mid-tempo country ballad about a man who is reflecting on his past relationships and realizing that he has made some mistakes. He is now older and wiser, and he knows that he can’t go back and change what he has done. He is trying to move on with his life, but he still has some regrets about the way he treated the women he loved.

The song was a commercial success, peaking at number 10 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart. It was also certified Gold by the RIAA for sales of over 500,000 copies.

“Too Far This Time” is a well-written and heartfelt song that resonates with many people who have made mistakes in their relationships. It is a reminder that it is never too late to learn from your mistakes and move on with your life.

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