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Text: Traffic. Hole In My Shoe.

I looked to the sky where an elephant's eye
Was looking at me from a bubblegum tree
And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe which
Was letting in water
(Letting in water)

I walked through a field that just wasn't real
With 100 tin soldiers would shoot at my shoulder
And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe which
Was letting in water
(Letting in water)

I climbed on the back of a giant albatross
Which flew through a crack in the cloud
To a place where happiness reigned all year round
Where music played ever so loudly

I started to fall and suddenly woke
And the dew on the grass had stuck to my coat
And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe which
Was letting in water
(Letting in water)

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