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Functioning.


 

It don't matter to me

No way, no how.

I'm right here

Smack dab in the middle.

So no way's it gonna matter to me.


And I ain't diggin' no concrete coffin.

No backyard mausoleum

To keep me a-pickle-sweet a-plenty

There are many options in life

You can only choose one,

At a time.

All is well though, 

And all will be.

As long as The Lord 

Is right beside me.

 

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