| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| All this momentum keeps stealing through
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| Across the cornfields, through all the marshland
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| There’s nothing gonna stop this thing
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| Clear the trees, burn the brushwood
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| Bring the diggers in, I’m gonna move this earth
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| Lay the big stones, put down the sleepers
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| Haul the steel in, I will beat this land
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| Don’t care how but, I’m coming through here
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| Whatever it takes, oh Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Right through these fences, cut through the stone walls
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| Dig out the tunnels from a solid stone
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| There she is, but so surrounded
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| All those fancy men with soft white hands
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| Come all this distance, that should be me there
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| Whatever it takes (whatever it takes), oh Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy
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| Don’t break this rhythm, don’t break this motion
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| We work together in sympathy |