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Squire Trelawny and |
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Dr. Livesay having asked me, |
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Jim Hawkins, to tell everybody the whole tale about the ' |
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Island', Flint's treasure and |
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Mr. Silver. |
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Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet. |
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I personally think we would never have begun this adventure and set course with the ' |
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Hispaniola', if we had known what would happen and that some of us would never return, having lost their lives. |
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Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams and brings me the worst nightmares |
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I ever had. |
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That's when |
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I hear the cries of the fallen, the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and |
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Captain Flint's raw voice screaming: ' |
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Pieces of eight! |
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Pieces of eight! |
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Hahahah!'. |
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And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to ' |
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Treasure Island'!!! |
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Mr. Bones is fighting ' |
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Black Dog' |
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He want to split him to the chine ' |
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Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot |
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Horse-hooves trampling his spine |
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We have the map to start our trip |
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The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors ' |
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Long John' is the man with the grip |
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No one knows he will raid us |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally ' |
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Long John' is spreading his law |
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Hatching a death bringing plot |
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I show up in a council of war |
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What I heard in the barrel from this toad |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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But I'll never return to |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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We see the land, shining sand |
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But it can be our grave |
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I jump the boat, overload |
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Trying to be too brave |
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Burning sun, find ' |
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Ben Gunn' |
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Assassins claim the ship |
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I cut the rope, |
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I try to cope |
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To free it from ' |
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Hand's' grip |
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Bulling row, cannon law |
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The jolly-boats last trip |
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Killing tried, stockade fight ' |
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Silver's' villains quit |
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Abandonment, to ' |
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Silver's' hand |
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A cunning pack is made |
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Trick or treat, make scoundrels |
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Bleed, their dullness will be paid |
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I stumble to the stockade |
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The sweat drips form my brow |
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No one keeps a lockout, oh no! |
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The rabble owns it now ' |
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Silver' tries to shield me |
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The 'Black spot' comes again |
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He throws the map onto the ground |
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He plays a tricky game |
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Pickaxe, rope and shovel |
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The dead-man marks the way |
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No chest, no gold, no silver 2 guineas is their pay |
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Musket cracks like thunder |
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The blood is running red ' |
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Ben Gunn' kept the treasure |
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From beginning to end |
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When we put back to the sea ' |
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Silver's' chains are doubly tight ' |
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Long John' and his counterfeit key |
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Sidle away through the night |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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But I'll never return to |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
