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
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The Brute Choir
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| Will Oldham |
