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We charted a course |
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And took ourselves north |
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Through Caledonian fields |
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And back to the source |
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A gathering force |
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Packed up inside the guts |
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Of an iron horse |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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All that we lacked until now were the tools |
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All that we lacked until now was the will |
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We met with our host |
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Raised our glass in a toast |
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Though we were not quite home |
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We knew we were close |
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And we heeded his word |
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Each man interpreting differently |
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Just what he heard |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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All that we lacked until now were the tools |
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All that we lacked until now was the will |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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And they said a new Athens we would build |
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All that we lacked until now were the tools |
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All that we lacked until now was the will |
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Was the will |
