| Each time that I walk out the front door
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| A new muscle is born
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| And with every tear I’m feeling the ocean
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| I’ll swim in next year
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| And oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be by then
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| Oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be in the end
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| He said, «climb on my back
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| And I’ll get you across the dangerous part»
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| But then I let go, and said
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| «I don’t need help anymore»
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| 'Cause, oh, what a strong swimmer I am in my head
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| Oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be in the end
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| They said, «careful my dear, it’s not safe for you here
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| There’s an undertow»
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| But I gave them a wink and dove in the deep
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| Just to see where it goes
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| And oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be by then
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| Oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be in the end
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| Through the push and the pull, never lose my resolve
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| I’m medalworthy
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| And when the tears weigh me down
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| Shed 'em all to the ground and start swimming
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| 'Cause, oh, what a strong swimmer I am in my head
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| Oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be in the end
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| What a strong swimming I’ll be in the end
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| Oh, what a strong swimmer I’ll be by then |