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Blood red are the midnight waters, |
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Moon burns like a flame, |
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Fog hangs like battle smoke as the streets fill up with rain, |
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For my head the mob is calling, |
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The Courthouse doors I stand, |
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I think I'd rather meet my maker, by then hangman's hand. |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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I can't change what I've done, |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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All I can say is beware of the Siren's Song. |
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Over seven seas we sailed, |
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Until I heard that sound, |
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A plaintive voice, such aching beauty, |
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I turned that ship around. |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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Crew of a hundred strong, |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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Lost my head and now they're gone, |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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The nail in my coffin was heeding the Siren's Song. |
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[INSTRUMENTAL] |
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Blood red are the midnight waters, |
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Moon burns like a flame, |
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I'd give all my gold and silver, |
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Just to hear that voice again. |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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I can't change what I've done, |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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Beware of the Siren's Song, |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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Yeah. |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), |
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All I can say is beware of the Siren's Song. |
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(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh) |
