| 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… |