Caribbean sunrise
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on the sea lighting rays
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on the red horizon
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ships appear with sails that seem to blaze
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forty fearless outlaws
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always ready to fight
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they want gold and women
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and a bottle of Jamaican rum each night
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Try, try to flee
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when you see
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the flag of terror flying over you
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Peaked grapnels crash
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through your ship
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they attack out of the blue
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Skull and crossbones, blood in sight
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burning sails light up the night
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skull and crossbones, piracy
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they're the tigers of the sea
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Greed for pearls and diamonds
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they are hellbent for gold
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their notorious symbol
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makes every decent sailors'blool run cold
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like the mighty eagle
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diving down on the lamb
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pirates don't give mercy
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when they fight and get the upper hand
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Cold, blood-stained steel
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can you feel
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the boarding-axe being pressed against your chest
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don't hesitate
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fight don't wait
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'till the bogy seals your fate
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Skull and crossbones...
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Skull And Crossbones
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| Stormwitch |
