The captains lead the ships.
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The captains don't see the ground.
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I have always longed for the seas,
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But I myself chose the path through the shops,
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Through the workshops, through the workshops, through the workshops.
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My hands are in fuel oil in the morning.
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I have a hole in my overalls.
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You hear the voice of the beep in the morning - it's me
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Again I walked through the shops,
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Through the workshops, through the workshops, through the workshops.
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Sometimes I have a question:
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Why am I a worker, why not a sailor?
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I walk through the shops from call to call.
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I'm tired of standing at my native machine.
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Tired of standing at the machine!
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I always follow the plan.
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But when I'm drunk.
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I don’t yell, I don’t wallow like a bully.
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I lie down on the sofa
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And I'm floating on the waves again.
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Sometimes I have a question:
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Why am I a worker, why not a sailor?
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I walk through the shops from call to call.
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I'm tired of standing at my native machine.
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Tired of standing at the machine!
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I want to cross all seas.
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I wish to raise anchors.
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Marine science is quite to my teeth,
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But I myself chose the path
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By workshops, by workshops, by workshops
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Sometimes I have a question:
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Why am I a worker, why not a sailor?
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I walk through the shops from call to call.
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I'm tired of standing at my native machine.
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Tired of standing at the machine! |