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Don't need nothing, not anything I want from you
After this strange malaise you put me through
Some kind of black charity
In your response you opt for me
Beau mon cher, it's what I put you through
You live in a world that never changes
You don't give a damn if you're right or wrong
The sentence cracks, it's just your culture
And that's how the hell you ended up in this song
You wanted to try
You wanted and you needed
Just a bit of reciprocation
Don't need nothing not anything I want from you
You kinda strange malaise you put me through
Some kind of black charity
In your response you opt for me
Au contraire...
it's what I put you through
it's what I put you through
it's what I put you through
it's what I put you through.
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