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I Dig It

I dig it.
From the floor up
To the next person
To get the kill
I dig it.

I dig the ball from tips.
The ones that is tough,
The ones that is rough.
I dig it all.

I dig the ball no one else can.
The ball that gives you bruises
But it’s worth in the end.
When the point is ours
And we take the point.

I dig it when the time is right.
The plays I make
That save the point.
When the crowd goes wild.
The feeling is like no other.

I dig the ball that gets hard.
A pass that will leave my arms red.
I dig the ball.
Then, now, and forever.
I dig it.

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