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It was a sunny summer day of sophomore year / Derek, Marc, and I on highway 55 / Surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way / Its days like these that make me glad to be alive / Surfs a crashing, bronze bodies on the sand / This must be heaven where the water meets the land / I love these California ways / I miss those endless summer days / We grabbed our boards and forgot the waves to get outside / The ocean is so powerful, so crystal blue and white / We felt so safe there like the pearl inside the shell / Its days like these that make the stories I love to tell / We watched the tide recede, the sun began to fade / The lifeguards left their stand, another perfect day