I’ve got a friend who I’ve known since I was seven
We use to talk on the phone, if we have time, if it’s the right time
 [bad word] me by the kitchen sink
We talk about love, we talk about dishwasher tablets, illness
and we dream about heaven

I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They’ve said so, it doesn’t need more explanation
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Making you cold
Very cold

I leave home at seven
Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down

November smoke and your toes go numb
new colour on the Globe
It goes from white to red a little voice in my head says oh oh oh

I know it, I think I know it from a hymn
They’ve said so, it doesn’t need more explanation
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And if you don’t
You’re on your own