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At age 19 i was kidnapped by turkish pirates |
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Mediterranean thugs |
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After some torture they considered me their mascot |
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Cypriotic good luck |
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I had to taste the deck and many other things |
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I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring |
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And i would never see my family again |
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By 25 i was respected as an equal |
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My art was a knife |
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On countless raids i was the first one up the lanyard |
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Yeah i was seeking a fight |
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There is no time to pray |
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And there's no time to beg |
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And then it's off with an arm |
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Or it's off with a leg |
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And if i spare your life |
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It's because the tide is leaving |
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Oh yeah |
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By 31 i was the captain of a galleon |
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I was poseidon's new son |
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The coast of montenegro was my favorite target |
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It was ever so fun |
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We had no wooden legs |
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Or steel hooks |
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We had no black eye patches |
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Or a starving cook |
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We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor |
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Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor |
