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letra de wooden chair - malachite

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you open the door to my home
invite the men in for cakes and games
you say ‘even the brutes need comfort’
but the t–th you use to smile
i only use to bite and grind

don’t give it to me with your passion
if you can’t give it to me with my own pain
don’t take away my righteous anger
don’t take away my modest home

i’m sat in the wooden chair
you speak so grandly of compassion
i count the knots in my hair
and see the scars on my complexion

you reap the fruit from my garden
and serve it to the men for their meals
you say ‘even the raped need forgive’
but the hand you use to feed
i only use to wipe the tears

don’t give it to me with your passion
if you can’t give it to me with my own pain
don’t take away my righteous anger
don’t take away my modest home
i’m sat in the wooden chair
you speak so grandly of compassion
i count the knots in my hair
and see the scars on my complexion

- malachite

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