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
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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
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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
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But I love the smell of hospitals more than just a bit
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When I was young 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
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Cast Of Thousands
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Darren Hanlon |