| Horses, they run
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| And pound the earth like thunder
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| The courses they’re on
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| Are crushed in their wake
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| The force of the sun
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| Pounds the earth asunder
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| The torch of her strength
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| None can escape
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| Like the hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart
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| The hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart
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| Ships toe their lines
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| Beneath the stars and wander
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| At the source of their light
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| And the blackness between
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| The moon tows the tides
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| And pushes the currents under
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| As the continents in time
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| Bow to the grinding sea
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| Like the hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart
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| The hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart
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| Did I crawl out of the creek bed?
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| Off the sea floor?
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| Baby, just to live like this!
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| Do we get everything we hope for?
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| Are you hopeful?
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| I feel it when the dopamine kicks!
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| In the grind over time everybody gets crushed!
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| Did I crawl out of the creek bed?
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| Off the sea floor?
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| Baby, just to live like this!
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| Do we get everything we hope for?
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| Are you hopeful?
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| I feel it when the dopamine kicks!
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| In the grind over time everybody gets crushed!
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| Everybody gets crushed
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| By the hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart
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| The hammering heart of The Maker
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| The hammering, hammering heart |