| From Blair in Athol to Carolina’s green and gold
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| This way has found us
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| For times to come and for time that’s growing old
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| The days roll around us
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| And we’ll drink to the wild ones
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| To the laughter of the child ones
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| To the ones who have broken away
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| And we’ll drink for their pleasure
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| Another long island measure
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| And fall into another new day
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| We wait for no one we are howling at the moon
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| And fate’s destination
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| With heads on fire we will turn another tune
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| Until dawn’s restoration
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| And we’ll drink to the wild ones
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| To the laughter of the child ones
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| To the ones who have broken away
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| And we’ll drink for their pleasure
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| Another long island measure
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| And fall into another new day
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| We maybe lost we maybe can’t stand still
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| Long enough to believe it
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| But we share the cost and we’ll wander on until
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| It’s our time to leave it
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| And we’ll drink to the wild ones
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| To the laughter of the child ones
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| To the ones who have broken away
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| And we’ll drink for their pleasure
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| Another long island measure
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| And fall into another new day |