their legend lay in tatters
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from perth to john o'groats
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the dead sea navigators
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should've been buried at birth
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and of course i loved them dearly
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and i miss them now they're gone
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the dea sea navigators
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wished they'd had a son
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even in their heyday
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no-one like them anyway
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committed boozers 3 a.m. shivers
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this one goes out to those not with us
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john the barman and mickey green
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this one goes out to all the drinkers
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at the red lion
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and our friends, though they are few
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angel, johnny, pain, keith charity
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this one's for you
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and what's left of your nerve will get you through
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from brighton down to eastbourne
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sea sick sailors getting tough
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but the dead sea navigators
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were made of stouter stuff
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golden years, golden years
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no-one like them
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'cept for us
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season's ending , all night porters
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thy honour defending with last orders
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all the sunbathers
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staring at the sun
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this one goes out to the
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invisible children - as yet unborn
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and our friends
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though they are few
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overcoat boys with more brains than brawn
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this one's for you
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and all that sail in the
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deas sea navigators
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this one's for you
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DEAD SEA NAVIGATORS
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| The Auteurs |
