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Do you know where old seadogs go
They sail away on the Channels flow
Into the arms of the deep blue sea
She holds them up and sets them free
She sets them free
She fills them with a peace of mind
Its hard those who are left behind
To know a place so sublime
She sets them free
Look out your window, walk along the shore
And hell be there when the winters gone
And the tears have fallen for all the brocken dreams
Old seadogs rest like the anchor chain
They hold fast and they dont complain
They live their lives with dignity
Laugh in the face of adversity
Look out your window, walk along the shore
And hell be there on the evening breeze
Or when the sun lights the sea with a thousand sparkling beads
Thats where old seadogs go.
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