| Backstage in Detroit
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| And the room is full of smoke and apprehension
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| We’d been playing shows
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| As the warm-up and the band for Beck Hansen
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| In walks Jack, says — «How'd ya do?"(Oh yeah)
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| Then he handed me this wonderful statue.
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| And I said, «Thank you Jack White
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| For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
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| It shined so bright
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| That I couldn’t help believin' it would save me.
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| When I finally got it home
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| My whole neighborhood was aglow
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| And I said, «Thank you Jack White
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| For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
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| (Here comes the pick)
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| (Oh Yeah)
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| Jack and Meg are funny
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| They got a modern backwards-liberal family code
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| Brother and sister
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| Playing rock 'n' roll and doing it on the road
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| I bet that van begin to stink
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| But then I wonder — oh — what Christ would think.
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| I said, «Thank you Jack White
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| For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
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| It shined so bright
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| That I couldn’t help believin' it would save me.
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| And when I finally got it home
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| My whole neighborhood was aglow
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| And I said, «Thank you Jack White
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| For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
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| (Nice one) |