A Pirates Only Savior
Where has the rum gone
Everyone asks
In Davy Jones Locker
Near Dead Man's Pass
Your compass will never work
It will never help you
Follow the pirate spirit
You must be true
To your fellow mates and companions
Even deep lady blue
The skies are tarnished
While dawn arises
Enough of the foolishness
No more surprises
The crew asks where is the rum
I say through the horizon and over the sun...
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