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| You know I love getting up in the morning
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| when the sun first strikes the tree
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| all the morning birds that sing above
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| still bring back memories
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| Of the girl who stood beside me
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| when the rights I did were wrong
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| but she went back down the river
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| just when I thought I could be strong
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| when I thought I could be strong
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| So I sing
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| I.O. |
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| She never told me why she left me
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| but the letter said goodbye
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| now my morning’s all for wondering
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| and my night’s to reason why
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| While a stranger comes to steal the love
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| of a girl I had to hold
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| but she went back down the river
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| just when I thought I could be strong
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| when I thought I could be strong
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| So I sing: I.O. |
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| I sing: I.O. |
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| I sing: I.O. |
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