I am a penny, no worth to be seen.
The less that you have, the less that they mean.
Lose them, drop them, they're never seen clean.
All pennies go through the same old routine.
But pennies you see they don't feel alone
They don't have a house, they don't have a home.
They don't feel their hearts turn slowly to stone.
Where the penny comes from will be unknown.
I want to be a nickel, I want to be a dime.
I want to be a quarter or worth someone's time.
I don't want to be a penny is that such a crime
Because to no one, a penny is prime.

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