| I work the long haul on the dockside
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| Building boats is what I know
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| Each one takes another year of my life
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| And then I watch them go
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| There are no lights around this harbour
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| The tide has never been so low
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| You teach them to walk and then you teach them to run
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| And then you watch them go. |
| You watch them go
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| And it’s a hard cargo to carry
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| To see them slipping away
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| And it’s a hard cargo to carry
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| To see them slipping away, slipping away
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| Mary was the one who waited
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| Even when the working was getting slow
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| You think you know somebody inside out
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| And then you watch them go. |
| You watch them go
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| I believe that when you go
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| You leave something behind
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| I believe that out of sight
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| Is never out of mind
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| And then you watch them go, you watch them go…
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| And it’s hard cargo to carry
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| To see them slipping away…
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| Slipping away, slipping away |