| For many a-year we have travelled the seas
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| Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds
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| Stories of treasures and great undead foes
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| Just a day in the life of a man that I know
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| Your legendary prowess in drinking much beer
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| Recorded in song for all people to hear
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| But many have asked where we’re next gonna sail
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| The answer lies deep in a barrel of ale
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| There are no more tales to be told
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| No more stories from battles of old
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| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
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| We are scraping the barrel my friend
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| There are no more tales to be told
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| No more stories from battles of old
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| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
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| We are scraping the barrel my friend
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| You may think you’ve heard all this music before
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| That Running Wild did it back in '84
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| But times are a-changing and we don’t give a damn
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| So if you don’t like it, go start your own band
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| Many have told us that we can’t go on
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| That one day we’ll run out of lyrics for songs
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| But when the time comes to write album four
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| We’ll scrape at the barrel once more
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| There are no more tales to be told
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| No more stories from battles of old
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| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
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| We are scraping the barrel my friend
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| There are no more tales to be told
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| No more stories from battles of old
|
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
|
| We are scraping the barrel my friend
|
| There are no more tales to be told
|
| No more stories from battles of old
|
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
|
| We are scraping the barrel my friend
|
| There are no more tales to be told
|
| No more stories from battles of old
|
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
|
| We are scraping the barrel my friend
|
| There are no more tales to be told
|
| No more stories from battles of old
|
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end
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| We are scraping the barrel my friend |