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The Word - Bruce Springsteen
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The Word - Bruce Springsteen
Well you flash your tongue like diamonds
You tied me to your wildcat schemes
And you forced me into a power dive
And left your mark on my jeans
And I hear the word on your soldiers
And I hear the word on jesus too
I heard the word on the country
But I never heard the word on you

Your love was like a machine gun
I wore your bugle in my belt
And I was your kid glove lover
All the cards were yours
You always dealt
And I stood before your soapbox
Noiseless and shoeless
Playing my pantry boy's games
You had your hands raised up to the sky
Shouting oh sunday deity
Oh big daddy longlegs
Come down and bless your sister please
You were shoutin' orders about the construction

Going on down the highway
You were namin' names, blamin' blames
And you blamed me
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