They're from Kansas.
There is a mystery It's a paradox of sorts Well, it seems when I am weak Then I am stronger than before I can pray for brokenness or not Either way I can try to beg You off or bring it on Let it rain, let it shine Either way, it don't matter to me 'Cause I know that You're still God and I'm still not Call it six, half a dozen Either way, it don't matter to me There's some who say to me Life is pleasing to the touch But I think that it could be That they don't get out so much They could try to come with us or not Either way
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