| Jack of all trade
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| Master of everything
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| Lived a life with a spice
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| For the party he brings
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| He could out-pray the Pope
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| More junk, more dope
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| He was my missin' link
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| Pour him another drink
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| He was always there
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| To hear the church-bells ringing
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| Front row, right pew
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| So that he could be seen
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| I was with him through all of this
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| But a few things that he missed
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| He didn’t teach me a dad gone thing
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| But how to sing
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| He charmed all the ladies
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| They would watch his show
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| He made art from his heart
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| He could make a tear flow
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| He could out-play the devil
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| Out-smart him too
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| If you would hear him croon his tune
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| He would blow your mind too
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| He was always there
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| To hear the church-bells ringing
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| Front row, right pew
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| They might call him to do his thing
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| He spun around in the pulpit
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| Flashin' a diamond ring
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| He didn’t teach me a dad gone thing
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| But how to sing
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| He charmed all the ladies
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| They would watch his show
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| He was smart, he was sharp
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| But didn’t wanna let go
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| He could out-play the devil
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| But why did he play me?
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| I stood right in front of his stage
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| But still I was hard to see
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| He was always there
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| To hear the church-bells ringing
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| Front row, right pew
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| So that he could be seen
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| He would trade his only son
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| For the life that he could get
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| So the son went to the father’s church
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| Stepped into the pulpit
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| Laying his head back, and opened his mouth
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| The church jumped up like spring
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| You didn’t teach me a dad gone thing
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| But how to sing
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| And I won’t sing my song
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Sing my song
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Heavenly Father
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Can you hear my plea?
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Heavenly Father, now, now, yeah
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Hey now, Heavenly Father
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Can you hear my song?
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| (Heavenly Father)
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| Can you hear my song? |