| We’re building fires that will burn until morning
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| the smell of books and hot stone surround us Tough is the leather that 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 up from the soil that is cracking its back
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| Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin
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| strong are the bonds that 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 surround us Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin
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| strong are the bonds that we make
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| To hear a 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 |