American Fangs fear fathers

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Lord, you’re the shape, Of a bill.
Counting till’ That you know they’re saved.
You don’t know why you’re here.
But I know why.
It’s a curse.
It’s a blessing count it in your purse.
Till’ you see it stripped.
You don’t know why you’re here.
But I know why.
They don’t want you to feel.
What I need you to feel.
Want you to fear about.
Call em what, Call it what you will.
You don’t lead me there.
You don’t know why you’re here.
But I know why.
You can count, Count them until.
You wait to exhale.
You don’t ever fail.
You don’t know why you’re here.
But I know why.
They don’t want you to feel.
What I need you to feel.
Want you to fear about.
All that I was told, All I was shown.
Left with nothing, But tears in my hand, To answer these questions again.
You’re liar.
You’re liar.
You’re liar.
But you’re everywhere.
You’re liar.
You’re liar.
You’re liar.
And you’re everywhere.
Your riches serve me well.
What little we’ll come to share.
You don’t know why you’re here.
But I know why.
They don’t want you to feel.
What I need you to feel.
Want you to fear about.
All that I was told, All I was shown.
Left with nothing, But tears in my hand, To answer these questions again.

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