Fever RayMI - Seven (The Twelves Remix) | Текст песни

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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

Accompany 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
A box to open up with light and sound
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
A 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
A box to open up with light and sound
And if you don’t
You’re on your own

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