| We are a servant, we have a song
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| The side of a beehive, a tabernacle choir
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| We are the sound working in wars
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| The bishop is gone to the acolyte shores
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| We save our Bibles, we pull our sleeves
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| The word is a guard and the guard is a cleave
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| We are the right, we are the stay
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| The accolade’s gone, we are what you say
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| We have no language, we have no chore
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| The side of a beehive, the bride is a whore
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| We are a spite, we are at bay
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| The spirit is life, we are what you say
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| We have a sermon, we have a song
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| The bishop is easy, the bishop is wrong
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| The spirit is right, the spirit will say
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| We are a light, we are what you say |