| 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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| I’m 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 crowds heavy gasp
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| One for each time they pass overhead
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| So we’ve been selected in 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. |
| a door it is opening |