| I know too well that I’m just wasting precious time
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| In thinking such a thing could be
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| That you could ever care for me
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| I’m sure you’ll hate to hear
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| That I adore you, dear
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| But grant me just the same
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| I’m not entirely to blame
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| For you’d be so easy to love
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| So easy to idolize all others above
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| So sweet to waken with
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| So nice to sit down to eggs and bacon with
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| We’d be so grand at the game
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| So carefree together that it does seem a shame
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| That you can’t see
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| Your future with me
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| 'Cause you’d be, oh, so easy to love
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| (instrumental break)
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| So worth the yearning for
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| So swell to keep all the home fires burning for
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| Oh, how we’d coo, how we’d thrive
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| In a cottage for two or even three, four, or five
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| Oh, try to see
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| Your future with me
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| 'Cause they’d be, oh, so easy to love |