drying those brown eyes crying you're sorry

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I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track. Talk myself in, I talk myself out. I get all worked up, then I let myself down. I tried so very hard not to lose it, I came up with a million excuses I thought, I thought of every possibility. And I know someday that it'll all turn out. You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out. And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get, I just haven't met you yet.