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CHARITY

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This song was written on a rooftop in Venice, California on a rooftop . Recorded in Seattle, WA.

LYRICS
They say I got a diamond in the rough
But they don't stay when the going gets tough
I don't got much but I got what I need
Maybe little fed up that I'm not where I wanna be

I don't need your charity
Nothings fair, nothings free
So I'll work till I die till their's blood on my feet
Or I'll die of this pride or I'll die of this heat

I was in the news for singing boy blues
But nobody knew I was leaving soon
I'm taking some cash don't care where I stay
Nothings lasts but the rocks and the clay

I don't need your charity
Nothings fair, nothings free
So I'll work till I die till their's blood on my feet
Or I'll die of this pride or I'll die of this heat

I sing, I sing for selfish ones
I sing, I sing till tomorrow comes
I sing, I sing for the stubborn ones
Oh babe I'm not having any fun

I don't need your charity
Nothings fair, nothings free
So I'll work till I die till their's blood on my feet
Or I'll die of this pride or I'll die of this heat

I don't need your charity
I got what I want and I got what I need
At the end of the day when Im tired and beat
I'll keep singing these songs until I fall asleep