| In dark, dark days and a long time ago
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| They knew my name on every shore
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| I’ve cut the throats of a thousand men
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| And I wish I had cut more
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| Well, the king’s men crossed me on dry land
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| Sent to the gallows by the crown’s command
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| Fight like a man and you’ll hang like a dog
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| May all their souls be damned
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| Jet black sails over seven seas
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| Death on the wind of a westward breeze
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| Red sky morning whispers a warning
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| Dead girls tell no tales
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| Well, there’s a ghost ship comin' for your broken mind
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| (The depths drag up our song!)
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| For the thirsty men we’ll be their end
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| (We know it won’t take long)
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| Well, we sail and we sail from coast to coast
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| Just searching for some truth
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| We burn each port, a black-hearted sort
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| Best hope it never happens to you!
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| Jet black sails over seven seas
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| Death on the wind of a westward breeze
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| Red sky morning whispers a warning
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| Dead girls tell no tales
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| Black cloud arising
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| Way hey away
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| Way hey away
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| Black cloud arising
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| (Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
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| Way hey away
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| Way hey away
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| (Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
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| (Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
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| Jet black sails over seven seas
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| Death on the wind of a westward breeze
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| Red sky morning whispers a warning
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| Dead girls tell no tales
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| Jet black sails over seven seas
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| Death on the wind of a westward breeze
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| Red sky morning whispers a warning
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| Dead girls tell no tales
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| Dead girls tell no tales
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| Dead girls tell no tales! |