I'm covered in scars they're all battlefield marks
From protecting myself and the riches I've robbed.
Broke my liver and lungs from the drugs and the rum.
Still as sharp as a shark at the slight scent of blood.
I will bury my gold deep in the dirt and far from the cold where only I know.
Then I'll take out my map and I'll follow it home.
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Like my ship I'm a wreck I just want to be back.
Though the sea is my home I need dust in my bones,
To feel land on my heels as I walk through the fields,
With my wife and my son, that's the one thing I want.
I will bury my gold deep in the dirt and far from the cold where only I know.
Then il take out my map and I'll follow it home.
I will sail so hard, smashing through waves and following stars to get back to you.
I'll bring you the jewels so we can live on.
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I'm coming home soon.
Can you wait for me?
I will go through rain, hail and snow,
To get back to you and have you in my reach.
Forget the gold, the diamonds, ruby's and pearls.
All I need is a little bit of love and I'll feel home.
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