Don't want to eat
Just want to starve these desires
Don’t want to drink
With any more thieves and liars
Don't want to talk
About things with feeling
Don’t want to smoke
I’ll hit my head on the ceiling
Won't take a seat
Just want to keep on walking
Won't open the door
Could be the Devil knocking.
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