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At Blackness
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For the ship steered left and the sea was right. Lobster will be had at Blackness tonight.
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Pub Cutie
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The night be long. The sea be rough. Into the pot when you’ve had enough. The night be short. The laughter plenty. Into the pot, the lobster, went he. No need for length, when Blackness bares such beauty. Meet me at the pub, ya big ol’ cutie.
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Secret Lobster
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The sea has secrets, countless tales. I once heard one from a whale. Upon a stool in Blackness, beer in hand. Next to them, a lobster, ma’am.
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Blackness Sea, Bottoms Up
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Into the sea. Into the pot. Into Blackness. Getting hot. Bubbling up. Be just ye. With a mate. Lobster hits your eating plate. Beer shall fill your every cup. Bottoms up. Bottoms up.
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Pull Up, Claws In
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Pull up a seat. Blackness is a beauty. Claws shone red. Into the village you were led. The sea, a wild beast. Lobster be ye feast. Come, gather around, stay till close down.