I was born a scoundrel
I sailed a different sea
Hook stood beside me always
to catch my every dream
you don't want to know me
you cannot see the deep
I climb the highest clouds
but can't forget the misery
the door swung wide to come for me
the anchor sunk below
the bloodline bought the bounty
and I'm crying as it crows
Peter walked on water
to take hold of the truth
Peter went to never land
to hold onto his youth
I was born a dreamer
I painted silver ships
I sat upon the seashore
with gleaming fingertips
find me at the bottle
forgetting all the pain
find me at the river
remembering my name
beautiful
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