| This summer I went swimming
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| This summer I might have drowned
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| But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
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| And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms around
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| This summer I swam in the ocean
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| And I swam in a swimming pool
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| Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes
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| I’m a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool
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| This summer I swam in a public place
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| And a reservoir, to boot
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| At the latter I was informal
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| At the former I wore my suit, I wore my swimming suit
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| This summer I did the backstroke
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| And you know that’s not all
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| I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
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| And the old Australian crawl, the old Australian crawl
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| This summer I did swan dives
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| And jackknifes for you all
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| And once when you weren’t looking
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| I did a cannonball, I did a cannonball |