| 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 |