An old lost book has reappeared
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With the pages all dog-eared
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That's how I know you've been here
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The garden's gone to rack and ruin
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But I'll be up and the crack of noon
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In time to seize the evening
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They say that waking up is hard to do
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It doesn't take a Sherlock Holmes
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To decipher all your poems
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As abstract as you make them
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Put painted hand-prints on T-shirts
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Laugh until the stomach hurts
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Days like these don't have price tags
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Talk of the love and the like
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She let him borrow her bike
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With tyres gasping for air
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Brought it back with wheel rim buckled
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He hopes that with any luck she'll
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Decide to ride the bus to work come morning
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They say that waking up is hard to do
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But when she did
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Breaking up has never been easier
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Now there's a hint of that perfume
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On blankets in the lounge room
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That's how I know you slept there
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That's How I Know
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Darren Hanlon |