Down in the hole
I wonder, where is my ball
I tumble and fall to find my small piece that was missing
Down in the hole
I wonder, where is my ball
Then comes the mole
And so anyway let's forget about small things
And it's fine, it's a fine day
Sometimes I look up to the brighter side
Sometimes I ask myself if I'm on the right side
Down in the hole
I wonder, where is my ball
Then comes the mole
And so anyway let's forget about small things
And it's fine, it's a fine day
And the sun shines
Sometimes I imagine of other scenes
Sometimes I recall and imagine all I'd seen
Down in the hole
I reach out and finally call
But we find no answer
So we're not going to stop the fall
Down in the hole
I wonder where is my ball
Then comes the mole
And so anyway let's forget about small things
And it's fine, it's a fine day
And outside the sun shines

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