| These are nights below
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| And that’s the moon above
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| And those are eyes that say you’re mine
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| Why can’t we combine these’n that’n those
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| These are moments rare
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| And that’s the comfy chair
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| And those are lips that should be kissed
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| How can we resist these’n that’n those
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| Holding conversation is no recreation
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| And we have so much more to do
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| I’d be disrespectful
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| If I were neglectful
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| Of all that nature gave to you
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| These two hearts are bold
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| And that’s a hand to hold
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| And those two arms have room to spare
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| Where we both can share these’n that’n those |