| My sister’s little boy came into the kitchen
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| One evening while she was fixing supper
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| And he handed her a piece paper
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| He had been writing on And after wiping her hands on an apron
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| She took it in her hands and she read it And this is what it said
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| For mowing the yard, five dollars
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| And for making up my own bed this week, one dollar
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| For going to the store, fifty cents
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| And playing with little brother while you went shopping, twenty-five cents
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| Taking out the trash, one dollar
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| And for getting a good report card, five dollars
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| And for raking the yard, two dollars
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| Total owed, fourteen seventy-five
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| Well, she looked at him standing there and expecting
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| And a thousand memories flashed through her mind
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| So she picked up pen and turned the paper over
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| And this is what she wrote
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| For the 9 months I carried you
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| Holding inside me, no charge
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| For the nights I sat up with you
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| Doctored you, prayed for you, no charge
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| For the time and the tears and the costs through the years
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| There is no charge
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| When you add it all up the full cost of my love
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| Is no charge
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| For the nights filled with gray
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| And the worries ahead, no charge
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| For the advice and the knowledge
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| And the costs of your college, no charge
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| For the toys, food and clothes
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| And for wiping your nose there’s no charge son
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| When you add it all up the full cost of my love
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| Is no charge
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| Well, you know when I think about that
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| I think about the day that Jesus went out on Calvary
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| And gave His life as a ransom for me When I think on the words, if any man be in Christ, he’s a new creature
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| I like to think about the very minute that He shed His blood
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| My debt was paid in full
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| And I want you to know today
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| When you add it all up the full cost of real love is no charge |