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So proud to call you friend |
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So let down you're starting up again |
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The same old story a thousand times told |
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With you the hapless damsel in distress |
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Am I richer than your |
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King? Will my two cents get you anything? |
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Chorus: I'll give you prayers and my time |
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Ev'ry moment of mine |
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All I have is yours to spend |
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But if you're hoping all your tears will dry |
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With words that |
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I dispense, well |
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There're just some things that can't be bought with my |
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Two cents |
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Still I'm so glad you call me friend |
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Just wond'ring when your pity parties end |
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When will you stop this bringing invitations |
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Wearing your same black party dress |
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Am I richer than your |
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King? Will my two cents get you anything? |
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Chorus How can |
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I have all your answers |
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When I've got questions of my own? |
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I'll give you prayers and my time |
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Ev'ry moment of mine |
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All I have is yours to spend |
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But if you're hoping all your tears will dry |
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With words that |
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I dispense, well |
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There're just some things that can't be bought with my, |
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Bought with my, two cents. there's no other, such a friend and brother, tell it to |
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Jesus, tell it to |
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Jesus, tell it to |
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Jesus, alone. |
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Why dont you tell it to |
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Jesus alone. |