When I ask who I am, I ask it just of you
And you look at me puzzled, say what am I to do?
If I don't know the one thing I need to give you help
The simple unheard knowing of who I am myself
I won't ask again, it would not be good
To know what only those who've learned it would
And then I ask you where I'll go when eyes are shut
For one night or one moment or ever, ever but
How can you let me in on secrets, secrets or
Give me the smallest clue as to what living is for
I won't ask again, it would not be good
To know what only those who've learned it would
No, I won't raise the thought 'cause quietly I'll go
Where you go right with me and quietly we maybe will just know

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