| Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| There are men whose hearts are as black as coal
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
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| A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
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| It’s as dark a tale as was ever told
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| Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
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| Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
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| The devil himself would have to call them scum
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| Every man aboard would have killed his mate
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| For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
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| A piece of eight (A piece of eight)
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| Five, six, seven, eight
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| Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right
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| Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
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| Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware
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| When there’s money in the ground there’s murder in the air
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| Murder in the air
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| One more time now
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| P Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
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| Yo ho heave ho
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| When the mainsail’s set and the anchor’s weighed
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| There’s no turning back from any course that’s laid
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| And when greed and villainy sail the sea
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| You can bet your boots there’ll be treachery
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| Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
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| Dead men tell no tales |