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We broke up about a year ago |
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We split amicably of course |
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But I heard about your accident |
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You fell off a horse |
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Mm-mm-mm I took flowers to the hospital |
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When in turn the intern said |
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That he'd help me find the room which held |
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You and your broken leg |
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Hidden by your friends and relatives |
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Gathered round your bed |
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Ah-ah-ah You had a cast of thousands of signatures |
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And charts filled with your fluctuating temperatures |
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You handed me a pen and pointed just below the knee |
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I'm glad there's still a part of you reserved for me |
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Do you remember how we met like laughing children |
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Or just how clean it ended? |
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In the darkened ward at night |
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When blinds are all descended |
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Now I get a pang of pleasure |
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Seeing your leg suspended |
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Shame they can't cover us in plaster |
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And in six weeks all is mended |
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Ah-ah-ah But |
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I love the smell of hospitals more than just a bit |
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When I was young |
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I couldn't keep my nose out of the first-aid kit |
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But when the very thing that brings you here also makes you go |
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The top floor elevator's just got one arrow |
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Why so many bloody looks? |
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I'm in the kitchen with too many cooks |
