| Once you were all sea-folk and you sailed upon the seas
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| You crossed the roaring ocean with the devil at your heels
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| Your time has come again now, I’ll tell you how this will unfold
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| I wanna see the western ocean painted black and gold
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| Welcome to the seaside
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| It’s been occupied
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| Burrow to the bottom
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| And behold! |
| -The mother lode
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| Of black and gold
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| Yes, once you were all sea-wolves, proudest on the western seas
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| These days you linger in the shade of taller trees
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| But the devil has a weak spot for wounded and the poor
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| For the hungry and the crafty and the wicked and the small
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| Onward to the seaside
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| It’s been occupied
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| Burrow to the bottom
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| And behold! |
| -The mother lode
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| Of black and gold
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| Keep that fire burning, keep a keen eye on the count
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| The bounty of the ocean, astronomical amounts!
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| You all know where it’s coming from, you all know where it’s going
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| Yes, in the end I always had a cut of every coin
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| Welcome to the seaside
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| It’s been occupied
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| Burrow to the bottom
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| And behold! |
| -The mother lode
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| You enjoy the seaside now
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| Blindly occupied
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| Burrow to the bottom
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| And behold! |
| -The mother lode
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| Of black and gold |