high expectations

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 Expectations are high But not quite to the sky Not sure there is a time Where I won’t be sublime I almost wonder why
To the ideal,
I'm just eighteen what do you want? I don't even have the time,  To listen to your frank demands  That sound like broken chimes.   I'm just eighteen what do you want? And, yes, I'm quite high strung!
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