Claire's turning blonde for the summer, I guess
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The sunlight just soaks into her hair
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And she sits next to me on the motorboat
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And shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school
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So I am reminded of things I've forgotten
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The way doors can open and people just walk in
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It's not unexpected, no, it's just how you planned it
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Beginning to think that it might never happen
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But now it is happening
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There's a show we can see at the base outside of town
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Where the planes, they turn circles in the air
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I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth
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And join the crowd's heavy gasp
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One for each time they pass overhead
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So we've been selected, this beautiful lottery
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We struggled so long but it ended so easy
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It's starting to surface, all golden and godlike
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This feeling we had every day and every night
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It bursts in an energy, the door it is opening
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