| Let me tell you a story about Kokovoko
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| The island where I come from
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| The beaches are littered with rotten coconuts
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| And there are pieces of old skulls lying all around
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| Jewels and sand and rising water
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| Visions I’ve seen and cries I’ve heard
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| I can’t put these things into words
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| Might as well put some beans
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| In a hollow gourd and shake it, shake it
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| I’ve floated on an icecap with a white polar bear
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| I’ve floated up and down the golden stairs
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| I’ve seen whales and caught in sails all twiskeetwee
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| But me? |
| I don’t say much
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| Jewels and sand and rising water
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| Visions I’ve seen and cries I’ve heard
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| I can’t put these things into words
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| Might as well put some beans
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| In a hollow gourd
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| There are lots of people who talk just to hear the sound
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| The sound, the sound of their own voices
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| But take an empty shell and put it up to your ear
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| You can hear the ocean rumbling around in there
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| Ooo the greasy wheel it goes round
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| The humming of the breeze it makes a whishing
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| And whirring sound
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| The sudden silence when the burning sun goes down
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| Jewels and sand and rising water
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| Visions I’ve seen and cries I’ve heard
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| I can’t put these things into words
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| Might as well put some beans
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| In a hollow gourd and shake it, shake it |