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Suck my breast, |
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I'm the word made flesh |
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Ain't no rest for the word made flesh |
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My lips are moving but |
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I hear no sound |
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It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround |
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Tune yourself up and count yourself down |
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Word made flesh, word made flesh |
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Lord help me rise to this occasion |
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Word made, word made flesh |
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I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard |
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Pay your debts to the word made flesh |
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East meets west in the word made flesh |
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I see you talking, but |
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I still can't hear |
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Like a box of glass blocking off my ears |
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Turn off the charm and prey on your fears |
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Brainless pests for the word made flesh |
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Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh |
