| Try and judge me only by my time and changes
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| And not mistaken words, for I say many
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| Listen only to my song and watch my eyes
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| There’s not much time to spill, there’s hardly any
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| Well, look at all the children living in the streets
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| And they’re looking, not afraid to touch each other
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| They’re not afraid to be themselves or someone else
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| Never treat a brother like a passing stranger
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| Honey, won’t you always try to keep the love light burning
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| Sing a song of love and open up your heart
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| For you might be the prince of peace returning
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| Yeah, you might be the prince of peace returning
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| Oh, the love the blind and wounded as that you would yourself
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| And the businessmen in cells collecting pennies
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| Judge their wealth by coins that they give away
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| And not the ones that they keep for themselves for spending
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| Oh, never be impatient with the ones who love you
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| It might be yourself that you’re burning
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| Sing a song of love and open up your heart
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| For you might be the prince of peace returning
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| Never treat a brother like a passing stranger
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| Honey, won’t you always try to keep the love light burning
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| Sing a song of love and open up your heart
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| For you might be the prince of peace returning
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| For you might be the prince of peace returning
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| Oh, if I pay me, if I pay you
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| If I pray to your Jesus then you gonna tell us what you’re about to do?
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| What if I pay me and I might pay you
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| Who’s got the money? |
| Who’s got the money?
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| Who’s got the money for, sing the song |