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Down from my ceiling
Drips great noise.
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when I'm swimming
In through a tunnel
I shut my eyes
Inside their cabin
I make sounds
In through the tubes I send this noise.
Behind these two hills here
Fall asleep
And when i float in
Green grass of tunnel
It flows back
Down from my ceiling
Drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when i'm swimming
In through a tunnel
I shut my eyes
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