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We're building fires that will burn until morning |
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The smell of books and hot stone surrounds us |
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Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin |
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Strong are the bonds that we make |
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We feel the steam as it rises around us |
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Up from the soil that is cracking its back |
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Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin |
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Strong are the bonds that we sing |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Gotta work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Gotta work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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We're building fires that will burn until morning |
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The smell of books and hot stone surrounds us |
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Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin |
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Strong are the bonds that we make |
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To feel the pulsing from chanter to mountain |
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Down through the vein and into the grain |
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Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time |
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Here is the land it can break |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Gotta work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Gotta work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin |
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Strong are the bonds that we sing |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Gotta work till you're musclebound, all night long |
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Work till you're musclebound, all night long |
