Well you flash your tongue like diamonds
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You tied me to your wildcat schemes
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And you forced me into a power dive
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And left your mark on my jeans
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And I hear the word on your soldiers
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And I hear the word on Jesus too
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I heard the word on the country
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But I never heard the word on you
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Your love was like a machine gun
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I wore your bugle in my belt
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And I was your kid glove lover
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All the cards were yours
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You always dealt
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And I stood before your soapbox
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Noiseless and shoeless
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Playing my pantry boy's games
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You had your hands raised up to the sky
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Shouting Oh Sunday deity
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Oh Big Daddy Longlegs
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Come down and bless your sister please
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You were shoutin' orders about the construction
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Going on down the highway
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You were namin' names, blamin' blames
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And you blamed me
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You wore your heart like a challenge
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Far and apart for anyone who came
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Open and wide like the river
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With rocks on both sides to keep the water tame
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But I heard the word on your high tides
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And I felt the pain when I tried
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To rip your flood gates wide
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And pull your body on over to my side
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Where we both could hide
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But you heard about the freedom ride
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And you heard about the Highway Crew
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Who could cut the light a little bit faster than you
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So you left me just your shoes
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And I hear the word on Jesus
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And I hear the word on his marching troop
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And I hear the word on the country
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But I never heard the word on you
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The Word
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| Bruce Springsteen |
