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I like to swim |
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Where I can see the bottom |
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But where is the challenge |
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In swimming all alone |
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When I get the feeling |
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Like I am being hunted |
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A rush of adrenaline |
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Propels me home |
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As I'm doing the backstroke |
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Down Alligator Alley |
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Flipping to freestyle |
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Try to pick up some speed |
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Ain't no time for breaststroke |
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Got to get my ass to the other side |
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Swimming like a speed boat |
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So I don't die |
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Swim for your life |
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The eyes in the back of my head |
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Are constantly scoping |
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Looking for the choppers |
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That are looking for me |
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I mean not to threaten |
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I'm only searching for excitement |
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As I bolt cut the fencing |
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And I set Willie free |
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Yeah, that was me |
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As I'm doing the backstroke |
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Down Alligator Alley |
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Flipping to freestyle |
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Try to pick up some speed |
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Ain't no time for breaststroke |
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Got to get my ass to the other side |
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Swimming like a speed boat |
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So I don't die |
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Swim for your life |
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I'm physically shackled |
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But you could never chain |
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Or restrain my mind |
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Sporting a straight jacket |
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After my insanity plea |
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Ignoring all the racket |
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Of conventional reality |
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As I'm doing the backstroke |
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Down Alligator Alley |
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Flipping to freestyle |
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Try to pick up some speed |
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Ain't no time for breaststroke |
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Got to get my ass to the other side |
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Swimming like a speed boat |
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So I don't die |
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Swim for your life |