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The taste of victory takes on it's hold. Round 'n round the world of splendid gold. |
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A euphoric state, suspended bliss. Blackened out of one's consciousness. |
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Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, Ale in a wooden box. |
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From the tap, happiness comes pouring out, From the drink we can't do without. |
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Rips the feeling from all our minds, and slowly halts the march of time. |
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Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, piracy on tab. |
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Pass the grog, pass the gin, we'll grin as we remove their skin. |
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Pass the grog, pass the gin, we'll grin as we indulge in sin. |
