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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 the 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
Lyrics
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.
I shut my eyes
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Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain hum
I'll take a bottle down to you
Please don't flow this fast
You hold a little hum
I'll bottle sounds of me for you
Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain din
I'll bottle piano sounds from you
Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain noise
I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue
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Don't Be Afraid, You Have Just Got Your Eyes Closed |
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Behind Two Hills ... A Swimming Pool |
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Give a stale piece of my braids
Float down strangers
Flow and stay
Hang on to the skin and stay
Float with a noise without rhymes
Float down stream
Hang on to my eye to my eye
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I Can't Feel My Hand Any More, It's Alright, Sleep Tight |
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There's that fear again
Coming through the grass
Deeper it goes
Singing a song
Please...
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