| Today the sun is shining and I feel a million dollars
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| And I don’t need reminding that I own eleven cents
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| The winter of my discount tent when we first met each other
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| Became the summer of the seventeenth dole payment
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| And we became best friends
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| I can see through open doors
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| There’s someone sitting on the staircase
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| This house used to be yours
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| We used to turn it upside down
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| Now it’s the right way up and the grass is cut
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| But it’ll never quite be their place
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| I haven’t seen you for a while
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| You should come round
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| You should come round if you’re not too busy
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| Come round and we’ll throw the frisbee
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| Come round, tell me that you miss me
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| Are you sure you thought through the things we said that Thursday
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| You were on and off my doorstep but you’re often on my mind
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| And I’ve still got the alarm clock that you bought me for my birthday
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| And I wake up at nine
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| There’s no present like the time
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| Come round if you’re not too busy
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| Come round and we’ll throw the frisbee
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| Come round, tell me that you miss me
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| With love from me to you and back again
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| I haven’t got a clue what’s happening
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| I only know with you I’m happy
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| And that’s good enough for me |