| As long as she’s around, there’ll be a morning sun
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| Even when the sky is gray above
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| All she has to do is say 'good morning, hon'
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| 'Cause there’s something in her love I love
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| She keeps me warm at night and whispers tenderly
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| She will follow anywhere I lead
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| Let her go and I would see the end of me
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| 'Cause there’s something in her love I need
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| Take a yellow rose and add it to a waterfall
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| Then stir a rainbow in a glass of wine
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| Take a melody and blend it with leaves of fall
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| It still would not describe this love of mine
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| And anytime I think of leaving her
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| Something always makes me change my mind
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| Friends will ask me what it is I see in her
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| I say something in her love’s so fine
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| Take a yellow rose and add it to a waterfall
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| Then stir a rainbow in a glass of wine
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| Take a melody and blend it with leaves of fall
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| It still would not describe this love of mine
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| And anytime I think of leaving her
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| Something always makes me change my mind
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| Friends will ask me what it is I see in her
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| I say something in her love’s so fine |