And it's a cold day in Somerville
When I'm happy with what I do
And it's always got to do with a friend like you
I'm good at astronomy
I even know where you are
Too far away for comfort
And too close to be a star
But I've seen you with my own eyes
I'm proud that I made you smile
Then left to your orbit
Undecoded, undefiled
And it's a long day in winter
When I know that I've come through
And I couldn't pull it off without friends like you
An inner-space shade of green
An underground turn of phrase
A snowball's chance in early spring
Sent flying, set ablaze
You're surfing the solar wind
And trailing a cosmic cloud
Aurora borealis
Where the dawn is not allowed
And it's the same day in outer space
As when the Big Bang blew
But a lot has changed down here because of friends like you
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