| A distant car, a quiet night
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| Like starin' at the ceiling
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| My sleepy eyes, you smell so nice
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| It’s such a funny feeling
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| Got no idea what time it is
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| Delightfully confusing
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| The trees outside, the morning light
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| Arrives like pirates on parade
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| Surprise, it’s pirates on parade
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| A ray of light between the blinds
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| I lie there in a stupor
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| I hear a thud, and then a flush
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| Guess it must be my neighbors
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| I blink my eyes, I laugh inside
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| Imagine what they’re saying
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| I see your shape and through the night
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| Here come those pirates on parade
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| Ahoy, it’s pirates on parade
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| Through the rough and stormy weather
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| On a search for buried treasure
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| There’s an island to explore
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| Every wave that whispers softly
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| «Stay in bed, 'cause it’s still early»
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| Dolphins frolic by the shore
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| And the phone never rings when the pirates are singing
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| Well there’s 16 men on a dead man’s chest
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| In this hallucination
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| The map we got, «X» marks the spot
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| We’re following directions
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| The seven seas, the balmy breeze
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| The pleasure of surrender
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| The end is nigh, the sun is high
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| It’s late for pirates on parade
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| Too late for pirates on parade
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| Traffic noises down below me
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| A helicopter circles slowly
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| Monsters sink into the deep
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| Mountainous and downy billows
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| Float among those fluffy pillows
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| Maybe I’ll go back to sleep
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| And the phone never rings when the pirates are singing
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| This wicked life
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| So what’s in store behind that velvet curtain?
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| The night is gone
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| And the day is here
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| The stupid sun is shinin'
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| The moon reflects
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| Your hair’s a mess
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| It’s lovely imperfections
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| My crew and I
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| The clear blue skies
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| Sail on, with pirates on parade
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| Sail on, you pirates on parade |