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why do I sense, benevolenceyou stand tall at my great expensethick words of gratitude, what a price to paystuck in my throat, I sell every word I saybut I don't want your charity, twisting me round
I don't want your charity, keeping me down...why does your world keep buryinggorging much deeper, than it's ever beenrubbing still harder, salt on my hurtlicking my burns while I grovel in your dirtbut I don't want your charity, twisting me round
I don't want your charity, keeping me down...you pity me with your tasteless gesturesgratitude for kindbut your bludgeoned, intentioned objectivesare screwing with my mind, screwing with my mindbut I don't want your charity, twisting me round
I don't want your charity, keeping me down...but I don't want your charity, twisting me round
I don't want your charitykeeping me down...
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