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Why do I sense, benevolence |
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You stand tall at my great expense |
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Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay |
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Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say |
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But I don't want your charity |
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Twisting me round |
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I don't want your charity |
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Keeping me down... |
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Why does your world keep burying |
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Gorging much deeper, than it's ever been |
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Rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt |
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Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt |
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But I don't want your charity |
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Twisting me round |
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I don't want your charity |
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Keeping me down... |
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You pity me with your tasteless gestures |
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Gratitude for kind |
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But your bludgeoned, intentioned objectives |
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Are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind |
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But I don't want your charity |
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Twisting me round |
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I don't want your charity |
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Keeping me down... |
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But I don't want your charity |
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Twisting me round |
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I don't want your charity |
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Keeping me down... |
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But I don't want your charity |
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Twisting me round |
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I don't want your charity |
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Keeping me down... |
