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Tobacco Island

Flogging Molly
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[00:05.50] All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados

[00:08.76] Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in

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[00:15.28] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

[00:31.32] 'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure

[00:34.86] They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun

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[00:41.63] Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods

[00:44.64] Dark is the horizon

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[00:51.17] All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados

[00:54.18] Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in

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[01:10.97] Red leg, down a peg, blistered burns the soul

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[01:16.99] Our backs belong to landlords, where branded is there name

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[01:23.25] The silver moon is shining

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[01:28.52] And together dance as one

[01:30.02] All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados

[01:33.03] Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in

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[01:39.79] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

[01:43.55] Agony, will you cleanse this misery?

[01:49.07] For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home

[01:55.83] From this sandy edge, the rolling sea breaks my revenge

[02:01.85] With each whisper a thousand waves, I hear roar

[02:07.61] I'm coming home

[02:34.41] Dark is the horizon

[02:36.70] Blackened by the sun

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[02:39.71] Is where I now belong

[02:42.72] All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados

[02:46.23] Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in

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[02:52.78] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

[02:56.03] All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados

[02:59.31] Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in

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[03:05.32] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island