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The whistle is blown The ball is thrown Up into the air For anyone it's fair Grab it up quick Get ready for the pick Here it comes, there you go and now it's two to zero A few seconds on the clock The other team is in shock I can still move faster And blow right past 'em Scoring right before the bell We say farewell To the worry we had Of losing too bad
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Basketball
The whistle is blown The ball is thrown Up into the air For anyone it's fair Grab it up quick Get ready for the pick Here it comes, there you go and now it's two to zero A few seconds on the clock The other team is in shock I can still move faster And blow right past 'em Scoring right before the bell We say farewell To the worry we had Of losing too bad
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
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