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This is a tale about 20 men, |
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as they sailed away across |
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the ocean. They were banned |
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from home about their bloody past. |
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Now they live without rules |
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but an honour swollen chest. |
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Their rage is known by |
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the good, but they cannot kill |
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what they cannot shoot. |
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On board is a crew without |
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hopes, without fears, they ruled |
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the seven seas for uncounted years. |
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Outcast for my deeds, I stay loyal, |
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but only for the captain and not |
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for the royal. Offshore we live, |
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we kill and we fight. Beware of |
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your gold, we'll take it at night. |
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Jolly Rogers, you raised up high, |
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up in the sky. Jolly Rogers, you fear |
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of no ones rage for so long. |
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The British crown, it fears us well. |
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'Cause we will rob them till |
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we burn in hell. A bounty is set, |
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a price on the head. The hunters are |
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free, but the cash they won't get. |
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Outcast for my deeds, I stay loyal, |
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but only for the captain and not |
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for the royal. We capture the ships |
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and send them to ground. Our hidden |
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treasure will never be found. |
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Jolly Rogers, you raised up high, |
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up in the sky. Jolly Rogers, you fear |
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of no ones rage for so long. |
