Last night, I saw it there,
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Shining in the dark again,
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The light that all men seem to fear;
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They say that sailors were drowning in the bay,
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And people kept away,
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Waiting for the riches that a wreck would bring,
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When the morning comes,
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And now the ghost of Blackbeard walks again,
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To haunt the ones who would not hear the pain;
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a¢æ©«help me --
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help me --a¢æ©«;
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I took the old path down, down to where the graveyard lay,
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The place I knew when I was young,
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They say that Blackbeard had hidden precious stones,
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Amongst the ancient bones,
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So I set off to the darkness down below,
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By the candle glow,
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T'was then I heard the voices, saw a light,
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And started on the journey of my life;
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The Light On The Bay
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| Chris De Burgh |
