| I wish I was a pirate shipwrecked down in Mexico
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| Where the oceans turn to silver and the beaches turn to gold
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| I’d make love to some senorita in that town
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| I’d get on my boat and I’d sail the ocean round
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| I wish I was a pirate out there under my own flag
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| Running for no reason and no reason to turn back
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| The salt and rum on my tongue, sails tattered and torn
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| Laughing in the devil’s face, riding out the storm
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| Ooh, one of these days
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| Gonna get off of this highway
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| Wake up in some bay
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| With the sunshine on my face
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| Saint Christopher on a silver chain
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| Say a prayer and sail away
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| Ooh, one of these days
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| Gonna get off of this highway
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| Wake up in some bay
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| With the sunshine on my face
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| Saint Christopher on a silver chain
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| Say a prayer and sail away
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| I wish I was pirate on some ghost ship in the night
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| With nothing but the stars, the moon and faith to be my guide
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| Steady as she goes with my back to the wind
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| Then in a cloud of cannon smoke out, I disappear again |