[Part I: Laying On Of Hands]

[Verse 1]
Mother Theresa
Understood the laying on of hands
What I often wondered
Is how she kept from hearing love's demands
If in her loneliness
She ever dreamed of following earthly commands, oh yeah
Mother Theresa
Understood the laying on of hands

[Verse 2]
Touch is a language
What is it you have to say to me?
Come and talk about it
Tell me where you're locked and where you're free
Brutality or tenderness
Our bodies are exchanged in all eternity, oh yeah
Touch is a language
What is it you have to say to me?

[Verse 3]
Ooh
Ooh
In this wilderness
Do we hurt or heal within our daily plans, oh yeah?
Mother Theresa
Understood the laying on of hands
Mother Theresa
Understood the laying on of hands
Mother Theresa
Understood the laying on of hands
[Part II: Stoic 2]

[Verse]
Epictetus probably slept with hands above the covers
Lost no sleep in counting sheep or numbers of ex-lovers
The thing about a stoic is he's always understated
I don't know about happiness but virtue's overrated

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