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 sound
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 the 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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