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Sailing was his freedom
It was his life
He lived for a fight
And fought to live
but when he lost
he lost well,
On an island of grief
Near the edge of never
but never without a spot of rum
And enter in a brave young man
With sea blood in his veins
Out over open sea they fly
flying over wave and tide
the Pearl in it's gentle stride
84 cannons from side to side
A weapon's use to kill and maim
Can't hide from the weapons
Can't escape their blame
Cursed...forever to lack the faith
Of the sailors old and tired
Come to him, the young man will
Rising brave and bold
But with a girl like that
He's sure to be
all right from here on in
Sparrow sails away, off to sea
Then realizes, where he is
and hears that voice saying
Wake up Jack, you're free
THE END
