| 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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| I’ve always been a realist
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| When it’s really nothing more
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| Than a simple rearrangement
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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 or learn to
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| I’m not suggesting that we’d find
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| 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 we could come to an arrangement
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| A practical arrangement
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| And you could learn to love me
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| 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 a 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 lean 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
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| Could last forever
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| I’ve no intention of deceiving you
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| You’re far 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
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| Given time
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| It may not be the romance
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| That you had in mind
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| But you could learn to love me
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| Given time |