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 King?
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Will my two cents get you anything?
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Chorus:
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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 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 King?
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Will my two cents get you anything?
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Chorus
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How can 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 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.
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there's no other, such a friend and brother,
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tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,
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tell it to Jesus, alone. Why dont you tell it to Jesus alone.
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Two Cents
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| Shaun Groves |
