| I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea,
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| The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free.
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| I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm.
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| Tell me how do you feel, now you’re back on the farm?
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| She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost,
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| She said she was expensive, but I did not mind the cost.
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| I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm.
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| Tell me how do you feel, now you’re back on the farm?
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| I rang the bell of freedom,
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| Drank from the well of plenty,
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| The milk of human kindness
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| Was succour to my soul.
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| I took her to the mast head
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| And showed her my conditions,
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| She promised me the cargo
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| That she carried in her hold.
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| The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped,
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| I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped.
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| A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm.
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| Tell me how do you feel, now you’re back on the farm?
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| Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way.
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| For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay,
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| Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm.
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| Tell me how do you feel, now you’re back on the farm? |