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Ensemblen
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Songtexte: Chixdiggit!. I Hate Basketball.

:
You called out to someone
I'm moving, I'm leaving
I don't fit in at all
I hate basketball
And I don't race Supers

I've had it all with the same malls
And then
And when I'm not drinking
All that I can think is that:

I hate basketball!

I'm thinking about all the reasons
Things will get under my skin
The only reason is that
I let it in

I sit at home and I watch hockey alone
Because of people like you
I know one thing is true
Here it is:

I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!

When summer goes to autumn
The sounds of my neighbourhood
Should go from the bouncing of balls
To the scraping of sticks on the road

In case you should know
That I don't need snow to be good
And if that's not what they think
You may turn to agree that I should

I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!

I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!
I hate basketball!