Desire

In the morning I wake sometimes if I do

I put on my clothes or lie in til two

It don’t make no difference to the feeling inside

If I go to my work or go run and hide

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I’d lie to think it’s a phase, it’s a moon

Doctors tell me happiness will come soon

Take this pill, read this book

Son, just learn how to cook

You get out what you put in, original sin

And good deeds come straight out of the bin.