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I don't claim to know what's going on around here
I don't even know where i'm from
I don't know where we're going
when we get to where we're going
or what we're doing when the whole things done
they tell me i'm forgiven if i need to be
but I think permission ought to come that easily
i'm piling cords up underneath this apple tree
singing o lordy have mercy on me
if tomorrow never comes and tonight is all I got
I will not be afraid to meet my maker just the way that i'm not
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