| 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 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 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 |