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Will I ever find the boy in my mind |
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The one who is my ideal? |
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Maybe he's a dream, and yet he might be |
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Just around the corner waiting for me |
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Will I recognise the light in his eyes |
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That no other eyes reveal? |
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Or will I pass him by |
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And never even know that he is my ideal? |
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Or maybe he's a dream, and yet he might be |
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Just around the corner waiting for me |
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Will I recognise the light in his eyes |
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That no other eyes reveal? |
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Although he may be late |
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I trust in fate, and so I wait for my ideal |
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I wait for my ideal |
