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Cow-call, and they were all calling together |
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describing the way to go |
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I never hurt someone so young |
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and I never held someone so sweet |
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Makes me want to holler with them |
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All the way down |
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All the way down |
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their voices show the way |
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how to hold it back |
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see the end of the day |
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shut their mouths, shut their mouths |
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and rip the pictures down |
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withdraw, withdraw, you live so far from town |
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This is what makes a thing last |
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won't make what didn't happen go |
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Take fear and call it lust |
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let me go lay in the snow |
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I cannot rest |
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with so many singing so many songs |
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and what a way of singing |
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Their voices are bringing trees to their knees |
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with nothing to say when they're speaking |
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They're quiet, the choir, their voices go higher |
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the choir, the choir, their voices go higher |
