| Well I go down, down to the harbour
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| Down to see the ships in the bay
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| Resting when I’m feeling lazy
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| Wasting all my time away
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| But I’ll still be there tomorrow
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| And I will be there everyday
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air
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| Well I don’t know, what makes me go down
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| Down to see the ships in the bay
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| Maybe it’s the sound of the water
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| That comes in and quickly goes away
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| But I’ll still be there tomorrow
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| And I’ll be there everyday
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air
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| Down, down, down, down, down
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| To the harbour everyday
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| It makes me happy when a sailor waves to me
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| But I’ll keep on dreaming
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| Of a life on the waves
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| Yes I’ll keep on dreaming
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| Of a life on the waves
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| Well I Will be there tomorrow
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| And I will be there everyday
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air
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| As long as I’m still breathing
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| Oil fumes and sea air |