Am I asking for the moon?
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Is it really so implausible?
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That you and I could soon
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Come to some kind of arrangement?
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I’m not asking for the moon
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Of always be the realest
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When is really nothing more
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Than a simple real arrangement
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With one roof above our heads
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A warm house to return to
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We could start with separate beds
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I could sleep alone I’ll learn to
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I’m not suggesting that be find some earthly paradise forever
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I mean how often does that happen now
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the answer’s probably never
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but be good come to an arrangement
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a practical arrangement
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and you could learn to love me given time
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I’m not promising the moon
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I’m not promising a rainbow
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Just the practical solution
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To a solitary life
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I’d be a father to your boy
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A shoulder you could lead on
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How bad could it be
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To be my wife?
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With one roof above our heads
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A warm house to return to
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You wouldn’t have to cook for me
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You wouldn’t have to learn to
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I’m not suggesting that this proposition here could last forever
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I’ve no intention of deceiving you if I too clever
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But we could come to an arrangement
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A practical arrangement
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And perhaps you’d learn to love me given time
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It’d mean not be though roles that you had in mind
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But you could learn to love me
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Given time
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Practical Arrangement
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