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Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man |
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I once had the heart of a lion |
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Commanding my ship, between many a shore |
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The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin' |
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Mine was a name that put fear into men |
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And regret into plenty o' lasses |
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Lo, how I wish I could take back those days |
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As I stare at these empty beer glasses |
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I think of the times past when I had it all |
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I toyed with men's wives and their daughters |
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And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth |
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I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered |
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And for what? (HEY!) |
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The men that I've fought |
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Are matched by the number of women I've bought |
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And for what? (HEY!) |
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I've killed and I've shot |
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And reddened the cold tears of children with blood |
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And if I could go back and make my amends |
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I'd make all those mistakes again |
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And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend |
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My ship was the last sight that many would see |
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As we narrowed the gap with our quarry |
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Sound of the cannons and splintering wood |
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Did herald our pass into glory |
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We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship |
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Our hearts hadn't time for no wounded |
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I took my share and the crew got the rest |
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And on into port we did bound it |
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Life has many pleasures and we had our fill |
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Of food and of wenches and beer |
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When we tired of the port or had drunken it dry |
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The time to set sail had come near |
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And for what? (HEY!) |
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We heed no law |
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The other man suffers so we can have more |
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And for what? (HEY!) |
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We lived every day, |
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The noose of the hangman a hairsbreadth away |
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And if I could go back and make my amends |
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I'd make all those mistakes again |
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And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend! |
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Oh, I have seen wonders you never have dreamed |
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And taken my fair share I must say |
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Holds full of booty I happily seized |
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From crews who would not see a new day |
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Spanish gold came and went, and gemstones were sold |
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And I knew more lay on the horizon |
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Yet the beer was too good, and gals were too sweet |
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And now in my old age, it's gone |
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These memories were bought with the lives of good men |
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A price that I paid without scruple |
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So many so suffered so I could get drunk |
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And swagger from brothel to brothel |
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Now for what? (HEY!) |
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It's been many years |
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The screams of the vanquished still ring in my ears |
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But for what? (HEY!) |
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I've blood on my hands |
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I wait for my place in the halls of the damned |
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And if I could go back and make my amends |
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I'd make all those mistakes again |
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I'D KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS, MY FRIENDS! |