| Black sails in the moonlight
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| Black patch on your eye
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| You shiver your timbers, baby
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| And I’ll shiver mine
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| A treasure map is hidden
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| On your legs
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| Your veins are very close
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| Some day I’ll wrap my big yardarms around your legs
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| And sail away
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| I’ll bury my heart on some island
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| And take you there someday to find it
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| I want you, I need you, I love you
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| No other man will ever reap your rays
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| Well you’re so veiny
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| You probably think this map belongs to you
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| But I’m so crazy, what can I do?
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| So raise the anchor up
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| Hoist the canvas
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| Sail me to my heart |