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| − | What will people think
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| − | When they hear that I’m a Jesus freak?
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| − | What will people do
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| − | When they find that’s it’s true?
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| − | Separated, I cut myself clean
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| − | From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
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| − | Been apprehended by a spiritual force
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| − | And a grace that replaced all the me I’ve divorced
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| − | I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly
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| − | It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
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| − | It took me a while to catch what it said
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| − | Cause I had to match the rhythm
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| − | Of his belly with my head
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| − | ’Jesus saves’ is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
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| − | He stood on a box in the middle of the city
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| − | And claimed he had a dream
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| − | When they hear that I’m a Jesus freak
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| − | What will people do when they find that it’s true
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| − | I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus freak
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| − | There ain’t no disguising the truth
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| − | Kamikaze, my death is gain
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| − | I’ve been marked by my maker
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| − | A peculiar display
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| − | The high and lofty, they see me as weak
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| − | Cause I won’t live and die for the power they seek
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| − | There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
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| − | The sand that he walked was also his bed
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| − | The words that he spoke made the people assume
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| − | There wasn’t too much left in the upper room
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| − | With skins on his back and hair on his face
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| − | They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
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| − | The pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
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| − | Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak
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| − | I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus freak
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| − | There ain’t no disguising the truth
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| − | People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
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| − | That my best friend was born in a manger
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| − | People say I’m strange, does it make me a stranger
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| − | That my best friend was born in a manger
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| − | What will people think (what will people think)
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| − | What will people do (what will people do)
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| − | I don’t really care (what else can I say)
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| − | There ain’t no disguising the truth (Jesus is the way)
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