| In my pool, someone’s always
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| Swimming in my lane
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| Zigging all over the lines
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| Not keeping time with their arms
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| In my pool, someone’s always
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| Doing cannonballs
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| Splashing around
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| Making a scene with chlorine in their eyes
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| Clapping on two and three, not two and four
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| I need you to get that shit under control
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| I’m miming along to the world
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| Dive, dive, dive
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| You’ll dive, dive, dive
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| In my pool, someone’s always
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| Bumping their head in the shallow end
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| Running with glass
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| Doing flips where they should stand
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| Coloring outside of the line
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| Tripping by the edge of the pool
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| Read the signs
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| Clapping on two and three, not two and four
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| I need you to get that shit under control
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| I’m miming along to the world
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| The signs, they say don’t dive
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| It doesn’t go down as far as you think
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| But you dive, dive, dive
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| You dive, dive, dive
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| You dive, dive, dive
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| Clapping on two and three, not two and four
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| I need you to get that shit under control
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| I’m miming along to the world
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| Dive, dive, dive
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| You’ll dive, dive, dive |