Penny
Peace in my hand
Worth more than
A vision or a plan
Don't ever let me go
To the stand
Doubt beyond reason
For remand
Don't ever let me know
If I'm talking too much
'Cause I know
That I'm desperate enough
If you show
Me the slightest of love
But you're cold to the touch
Well you feel cold
Friends and their plans
I don't even need them
I'm a man
Don't ever let me know
Who I am
I'm one in million
Or a man
Don't ever let me go
'Cause I'm feeling too much
Don't console
Take the worst of the brunt
On the road
With the maggots and guts
Well I'm cold to the touch
And I feel cold
Words have lost their worth
So I hold my tongue in ties
I've lost my sense of self
Well I'm somewhere left behind
I've lost the fighting spirit
I've lost the will to try
I don't see worth in living
It still seems worse to die
Well a bird in the hand
Is worth two in my eyes
When they're picking at my body
Just trying to survive
Dreams paid out in pennies
Or give in the grind
Penny for my thoughts
If you just give me the time
I'll try to make it quick
But I'm guaranteed to whine
I could really use a friend
If you'd let me speak my mind
I'm crying out for help
Yes, I'm crying all the time
Penny for my thoughts
If you just give me the time
I'll try to make it quick
But I'm guaranteed to whine
I could really use a friend
If you'd let me speak my mind
I'm crying out for help
Yes, I'm crying all the time
Worth more than
A vision or a plan
Don't ever let me go
To the stand
Doubt beyond reason
For remand
Don't ever let me know
If I'm talking too much
'Cause I know
That I'm desperate enough
If you show
Me the slightest of love
But you're cold to the touch
Well you feel cold
Friends and their plans
I don't even need them
I'm a man
Don't ever let me know
Who I am
I'm one in million
Or a man
Don't ever let me go
'Cause I'm feeling too much
Don't console
Take the worst of the brunt
On the road
With the maggots and guts
Well I'm cold to the touch
And I feel cold
Words have lost their worth
So I hold my tongue in ties
I've lost my sense of self
Well I'm somewhere left behind
I've lost the fighting spirit
I've lost the will to try
I don't see worth in living
It still seems worse to die
Well a bird in the hand
Is worth two in my eyes
When they're picking at my body
Just trying to survive
Dreams paid out in pennies
Or give in the grind
Penny for my thoughts
If you just give me the time
I'll try to make it quick
But I'm guaranteed to whine
I could really use a friend
If you'd let me speak my mind
I'm crying out for help
Yes, I'm crying all the time
Penny for my thoughts
If you just give me the time
I'll try to make it quick
But I'm guaranteed to whine
I could really use a friend
If you'd let me speak my mind
I'm crying out for help
Yes, I'm crying all the time
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Writer(s): Seamus Cawley
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