What the water wants is hurricanes
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And sailboats to ride on its back
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What the water wants is sun kiss
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And land to run into and back
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I have a fish stone burning my elbow
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Reminding me to know that I'm glad
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That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth
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They fell out like a tear in the bag
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And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
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She has black hair and small hands
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And I have a kettledrum
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I'll hit the earth with you
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And I will crochet you a hat
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And I have a red kite
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I'll put you right in it
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I'll show you the sky
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Sister
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| Sufjan Stevens |
