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On the morning when I stop looking back I’ll be up to see the sunrise in deep bruised black And bright blood red, and pale desert rose And several other colors like those Great pirates testing the waves Great pirates testing the waves Everybody gone from here May you all emerge free and clear And may you do some good where you go High in the hands of the crosswinds, or in the arms of the undertow Great pirates testing the waves Great pirates testing the waves And calling the roll— let’s see: Just me And checking the rigging before Heading off to war Peach rose black sky up early Carry what I need to carry Bury what I have to bury Dancing, whistling, singing past the cemetery SongtexteGreat pirates testing the waves Great Great pirates Great pirates testing the waves Great Great pirates Great pirates testing the waves Aus Songtexte Mania