| Cross the line with your brother
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| cross the line, cross the line
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| cross the line with your brother
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| cross the line
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| for the line which is drawn
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| will be for either king or pawn
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| so cross the line with your brother
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| cross the line
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| take my armour in my hand
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| and cross the line, cross the line
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| take my children take my land
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| and cross the line
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| for though they feed upon my fears
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| and they flourish in my tears
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| well their time is drawing near
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| so cross the line
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| for your hammer in your hand
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| and cross the line, cross the line
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| for your hammer in your hand
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| and cross the line
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| for though their truths are edged with steel
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| they can’t make a man to kneel
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| if he should call dogs to heel
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| so cross the line
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| so if you need a helping hand
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| cross the line, cross the line
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| if you need a helping hand
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| just cross the line
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| won’t you get up off your knees
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| and stand up where you should be
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| i’ts sure a feelin' to be free
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| so cross the line |