Here is the one here is the one here is the one mistake that can not be made
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There is a line that is crossed over once and only once let it be said
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All of the hubris clenched in our fist won't punch our way out of here
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You know what I've told and I tell but you won't let it pass into your ears
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Even the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails
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Come to know pain before the rusted barrier falls
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Before the radio long before radio waves struck down to touch
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Off the wild flame that took all in its path and trampled the young underbrush
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Music shooed clouds away billowing anxieties are rolled over and out
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Seems like a lot of folks gave up and got out except for the truly devout
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Who like the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails
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Came to be dizzy before the barrier fell
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Love is the one love is the one weapon that hasn't been brandished yet in this song
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Strikes fear in the pockets of bankers and generals without it we can't carry on
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And all of us knew this at one time from teething to toothless it's safe to say
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But useless perhaps to point out that we've lost our instincts and awe in this day
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And like the oxen ramming their heads on tin walls
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Might come to know mercy before the barrier falls
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And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls
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And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls
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Falls falls
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And it falls falls falls
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And it falls falls falls
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EVEN THE OXEN
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
