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  1. I woke up this mornin’ with the sundown shinin’ in
    I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then…
    I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
    I tore my mind on a jagged sky
    I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

    (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

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