the roof is calling our names
displaying a nice sitting place
and as we climb out the window to see the sun
a smile can't escape from our face
the next day is occupied
with marathons and tubs of butter batter
and watching the world run past our feet
knowing that at this moment nothing but this matters
see where the wind and the sea blow your sail
because we won't be seventeen forever
and right here right now
we can get away with anything and never never
forget a single day.
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