So proud to call you friend
So let down you're starting up again
The same old story a thousand times told
With you the hapless damsel in distress
Am I richer than your King?
Will my two cents get you anything?
Chorus:
I'll give you prayers and my time
Ev'ry moment of mine
All I have is yours to spend
But if you're hoping all your tears will dry
With words that I dispense, well
There're just some things that can't be bought with my
Two cents
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