| And here I sit
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| A cowardly boy
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| Adventure only dreams
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| A captain of
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| A pirate ship
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| A million crimson themes
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| I wish to be
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| Content you see
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| To take the softer seat
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| To summon gut
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| To play the slut
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| My bass drum for to beat
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| Hey!
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| Gyp the blood
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| Gyp the blood
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| Anchor in my heart
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| Skull and crossbones to the breeze
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| A heave ho to depart
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| But it happened that
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| There came a ghost
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| To visit on my soul
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| I coloured him
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| From picture books
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| With eyes as rich as gold
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| A ghost who would
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| Embody
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| All my sickly frame would be
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| A hero
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| And a challenger
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| Of heart and spirit free
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| Hey!
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| Gyp the blood
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| Gyp the blood
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| Anchor of my heart
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| Skull and crossbones to the breeze
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| A heave ho to depart
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| And gyp the blood
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| And I retook
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| The world upon our backs
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| And we drank from dawn
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| To dusk
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| How the warm breeze took our drags
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| For we had the reins
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| On europe we
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| Had our anger like a flame
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| The balls to fight
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| The system
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| And the nerve to win the game
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| Gyp the blood
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| Gyp the blood
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| Anchor of my heart
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| Skull and crossbones to the breeze
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| A heave ho to depart
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| So purity
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| I would spit upon
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| All saintly sights be damned
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| For it seems correct
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| To kill and steal
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| To be a proper man
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| I find myself
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| Full up with hate
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| To lose it on the world
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| An eye for deeds
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| Of darker shade
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| And a lip so wickedly curled
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| A skull encrusted
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| Captains hat
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| Fell down upon my brow
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| I gathered all
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| My hopes and schemes
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| All wisdom for to know
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| And rip the shirts
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| I wore around
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| My shoulders like a robe
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| Dark ermine trim
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| And tainted grin
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| Grim warnings to forbode
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| And all the love within me
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| Would be churned for something sour
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| My angels tongue ripped from my throat
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| And tortured by the hour
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| For I have no time to learn
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| For love wounds me with its touch
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| May the gods take me a screaming
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| May the gods take me a screaming…
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| Gyp the blood
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| Gyp the blood
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| Anchor of my heart
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| Skull and crossbones to the breeze
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| A heave ho to depart
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| May the gods take me a screaming
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| May the gods take me a screaming… |