| Father Father Father
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| It’s been a long 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 You’ve seen me try and try to maker 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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| If you could show her the way
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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 |