Father Father Father
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It's been a long time how are you doing?
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How is your son how are his children?
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I bet they're just like me
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You must be tired tired tired
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Of hearing prayers like mine no need to answer
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Nobody likes knowing that favors
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Are all they'll ever be
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But there's this girl this girl this girl this girl this girl
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And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
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If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together
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Father Father Father
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You've seen me try and try to make her love me
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I'd sell my soul to hear the one thing
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She thinks she'll never say
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But now it's Sunday Sunday Sunday
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And her pretty voice is rising up to ask you
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Like I once did like I'm about to
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If you could show her the way
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'Cause there's this girl this girl this girl this girl this girl
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And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
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If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together
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I would never bother you again
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Father you of all gods ought to know how little to expect from people
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But I think you might be pleasantly surprised to see what this girl
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Would bring out of me
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There's this girl this girl this girl this girl this girl
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And I'd be the happiest backslider in the world
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If you would tell her it's your will for us to be together
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I would never bother you again unless you want me to
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Hell we'll just both hang out with you in heaven when we die
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This Girl
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