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