| I know in this life I can count on one hand
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| Number of real friends I have
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| They don’t always tell me what I wanna hear
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| But the truth hadn’t hurt me that bad
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| They stand with me, fall with me
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| Go through with all with me
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| They know I’ll be there for them
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| There are people who care
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| What you drive, what you wear
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| Where you live
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| How much money you made
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| But how many of them could you still call a friend
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| If it was all taken away?
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| Oh, the people that care what you have don’t matter
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| And the people that matter don’t care
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| There’s no better view after losing it all
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| Then the view that I got from my knees
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| The truth stood before me like a wide open door
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| To the people that matter to me
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| The ones who would die for me
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| Fly my flag high for me
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| What more could I ever need?
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| There are people who care
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| What you drive, what you wear
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| Where you live
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| How much money you made
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| But how many of them could you still call a friend
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| If it was all taken away?
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| Oh, the people that care what you have don’t matter
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| And the people that matter don’t care
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| For some people enough is just never enough
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| But for me it’s enough to be loved
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| But how many of them could you still call a friend
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| If it was all taken away?
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| Yeah, the people that care what you have don’t matter
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| And the people that matter don’t care |