| Far on the horizon
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| A deadly force is born
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| The only brew a pirate fears
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| Is the brewing of a storm
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| The waves of the ocean are bashing the sides
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| The clouds are changing, to the dead of the night
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| The ships are scared out of sight!
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| Destroyed by the storm, survivors are few
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| Look to the surface, it’s all of their brew
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| Get ready crew
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| The barrels of rum are overboard
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| In the seas they now lie
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| Thank fuck we have a flying ship in the sky
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| Looting the seas of all their booze
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| It’s a pirates holy grail
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| No wasting the souls of these sunken soldiers
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| This is the tales of the fallen ales
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| We swooped down below, dodging the winds
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| Scrambling for barrels, filled to the brim
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| Like Whitney says, Who Dares Wins!
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| Rum filled cellars, beer wall to wall
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| So many rescued, what a great haul
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| Yes, we’ve saved them all
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| The barrels of rum are overboard
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| In the seas they now lie
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| Thank fuck we have a flying ship in the sky
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| Looting the seas of all their booze
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| It’s a pirates holy grail
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| No wasting the souls of these sunken soldiers
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| This is the tales of the fallen ales
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| We got all their ales! |