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Milton pascal / edgar fairchild |
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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 |
