I know that it'll all turn up

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'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

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