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| Separated | |
| Been apprehended by a | |
| I saw a man with tat on his | |
| It took me a while | |
| Of his belly with my head | |
| He stood on a box in the middle of the city | |
| When they hear that I'm a | |
| I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak | |
| I've been marked by my Maker | |
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| Cause I won't live and die for the | |
| with naps in his head | |
| The words that he spoke made the | |
| With skins on his back and hair on his | |
| strange by the | |
| when they heard him | |
| of this Jesus freak, People say | |
| That my best friend was born in a | |
| What will people do | |
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