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de Uncle Reece

I don't want your money
I don't want your time
I don't want your tears
So stop all that crying

I don't want your praise
I don't want your dance
I don't want your worship
So put down your hands

I don't need your skills
I don't need your talents
You got them for Me
So I already have them

I don't want your fame
I don't want your glory
All I want is love
I don't want your sad story

If I don't have your heart
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh
If I don't have your love
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh

I don't want your hatred
I don't want religion
I want understanding
For I love My children

For the broken hearted
I want you to love them
I want to forgive you
For not thinking of them

For homeless people
Provide them with shelter
For orphaned children
I want you to help them

For lonely widows
That have no family
I want you to visit them
Please, understand Me

If I don't have your heart
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh
If I don't have your love
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh

Lord, I do what ever I have to do to pursue You
I just don't want to say to me that I never knew You
Glory and honor to You
Cause nothing really matters
If I'm on my way to hell
Then my pockets getting fatter
Chatter is all I hear, falling like province
Saying: Oh God I love You
But their heart is so far from it
You got to be sold out
Even if you don't get a dime
To be perfectly not a waste of time

If I don't have your heart
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh
If I don't have your love
Nothing that you do for Me
Really matters to Me at all, oh

Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to Me
Nothing really matters

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