| A long time ago, I lived in a land
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| Filled up with treasure and yarr
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| Pirates would quest all over the seas
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| Sailing their pirate ships far
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| Now those same seas, are barren and bare
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| Nobody wants to set sail
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| The dream we once had, of questing for steel
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| A piratey heritage fail
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| Under the ocean, deep in the sand
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| Lost 'til the end of time
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| There is a memory waiting to find
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| Histories of our kind
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr
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| I went to a tavern to find me a crew
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| But nary a pirate was there
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| No pirating songs, no wenches ahoy
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| I left with a heart of despair
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| Now I’m sailing alone, questing for rum
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| But nothing is ever the same
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| Digging for treasure is no longer fun
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| With no crewmates to share in the fame
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| Where is the eyepatch?
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| Where is the book?
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| Where is the pint of rum?
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| Where are the pirates questing for steel
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| Firing their heritage guns?
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr
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| Now we are questing for the last time
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| End of the pirate age
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| Pack up the sails, it’s time to go home
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| Only ourselves to blame
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr
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| Gone are the days
|
| When we sailed foreign lands
|
| Chilling hard over the waves
|
| Netflix and yarr
|
| Gone are the days
|
| When we sailed foreign lands
|
| Chilling hard over the waves
|
| Netflix and yarr
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| Gone are the days
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| When we sailed foreign lands
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| Chilling hard over the waves
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| Netflix and yarr |