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Text: A-Ha. Analogue. Don't Do Me Any Favours.

You offer your assistance
But you won't accept my help
You draw your own conclusions
And there's room for little else

Your own participation's
Based on how much you can lose
I cannot help but feel
That this won't be of any use

Don't offer me your credit
'Cause I do not want the blame
Don't do me any favors
I don't wanna play that game

I do not want to see myself
As someone that you saved
I'd rather be your adversary
Than to be your slave

'Cause every friendly gesture
Turns my stomach inside out
Don't do me any favors
I am better off without

Don't offer me your credit
'Cause I do not want the blame
Don't do me any favors
I don't want to know your name

But it's alright, yes it's alright
Yes, it's alright, yes, it's alright
Yes, it's alright

Don't offer me your credit
'Cause I do not want the blame
Don't do me any favors
I don't want to know your name

Don't do me any favors
Don't do me any favors
Don't do me any favors

'Cause it's alright, yes it's alright
It's alright, yes, it's alright
Alright, yes, it's alright