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Ended always |
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to bend it back up again |
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Its a truce |
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Standin toe to toe |
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a boat |
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thrownin a first load |
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leave a couple teeth to spit out |
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We swim always |
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I hope we don't start to cramp |
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At least its |
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can always float on our backs |
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well its true |
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its true in what they say |
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its a hoax |
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and you dont even know |
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you just laugh |
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you laugh |
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and when you dont you just stare |
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its a joke |
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and its always a big deal |
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and people it don't matter at all |
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like callin all the folks you know |
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and their voices are always so very small |
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If we lend our gaze |
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Its like ought not come back |
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Hold your breath babe |
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Theres always one more left |
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Set a good pace |
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ITs a kind sort of thing that always wins |
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And when we finally cross the line |
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When we're dragging behind |
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Your stroke will be the reach that defines |
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there's always a distance |
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between a shot and a whistle |
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between a shot and a whistle |
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between a shot and a whistle |
