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Words
Verse 1
Half six, and your light is on before the street is anything
Flour on the counter and the radio turned down low
You watched me open up across the road four winters running
Then one morning there was a coffee waiting with my name spelled wrong
You have never once let me pay for the wrong-name one
Four years of that is not a small thing, Amal
Chorus
Thank you for the coffee that you keep warm
Thank you for asking about my brother by name
Thank you for the bread at closing when I look like hell
This street would be a road without your window
Verse 2
You came here with a diploma nobody would look at
And you built a queue that reaches out to the tram stop
Your daughter does her homework on the sacks of flour
And corrects your German, and you let her, and you smile
You call this place small. It is not a small place.
It's the first warm thing in the day for half this street
Chorus
Thank you for the coffee that you keep warm
Thank you for asking about my brother by name
Thank you for the bread at closing when I look like hell
This street would be a road without your window
Bridge
I fixed your delivery bike and you tried to pay me
We stood there ten whole minutes, the two of us stubborn
That's the entire friendship, right there in the doorway
Two people refusing to be the one who owes
Outro
Thank you for the coffee, the wrong name, the warm bag
Thank you for the light on at half past six
I'll take the money for the bike. I'm lying. I won't.
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