Friends, that I am yet to make
Hearts that I will never break
Lips that I am yet to kiss
A girl that I will always miss.
On the corner,
Notes that I am yet to play
Thoughts that I am yet to contemplate
Outlines I am yet to fill in
And a mattress in which to dream.
Over the mountains,
Planes on which i'll surely hop
A pretty smile making sure I never stop
People to play with at night
I keep my head held high.
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