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Little wicked boy, come out and shake my hand  I come from where you come from , I’ve seen what you’ve seen  Come lay under my wing, fade into the night  I love you, I can save you if you believe  Drink the water from the mud little boy Drink the water from the mud  Tell me that you don’t belong little boy  Tell me that you don’t belong Little impish one, remember what we planned We won’t hear whistles calling when we are out to sea Come lay under my wing, morning’s over the shore  I love you, I can teach you if you believe Drink the water from the mud little boy   Drink the water from the mud  Tell me that you don’t belong little boy  Tell me that you don’t belong From Letras Mania