| I came from the east, was a pilgrim son
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| Changed that faith for another one
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| When you’ve mouths to feed you do what you can
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| So I sold my soul to the railway man
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Gonna build whatever we can
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| Gonna make us a holy land
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Spread out west with fingers of steel
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| Hammers, picks, sparks from the wheels
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| We raised up temples as fast as we could
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| There is no evil and there is no good
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Gonna build whatever we can
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| Gonna make us a holy land
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Go to sleep, forget your dreams
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| We need need you bones for our machines
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| Scrape the sky until we choke
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| Pan for gold until we are broke
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| We could forge a world that’s brave and new
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| You’ll take from me and I’ll take from you
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Gonna build whatever we can
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| Gonna make us a holy land
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| All hail the hand of man
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| All hail the hand of man
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| Each of us at your command
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| Not for us to understand
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| All hail the hand of man |