| Tomorrow may not come, honey
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| your love was never wasted on me
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| I know you like the river darkly
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| you looked right like a stranger to me
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| Who is to utter light to utter darkness
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| who’ll meet everyday my shadow in the same place
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| if I know that I’m going home
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| down down by the banks of your bones
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| Honey, you’ll be needing those
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| for your liberation
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| the straightening out
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| of the crooked formations
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| and situations
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| I imagine a circle ladder
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| spiraling on from the heart of the matter
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| now take your time
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| and in your own way go
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| Wheel in the morning
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| wheel in the morning, daisy
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| wheel in the morning
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| wheel in the morning
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| {Help me in the morning wake up
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| help me out of my old man make up!}
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| Wheel in the morningtime O!
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| wheel in the morningtime O!
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| wheel in the morningtime O!
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| wheel in the morningtime!
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| Wheel in the morning
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| Wheel in the morning
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| Wheel in the morning
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| Wheel in the morning!
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| Da da da da da
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| Daisy
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| Daisy
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| Daisy
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| Daisy
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| Da da da da da |