| I was in the kitchen on my own making chilli
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| You came in with an onion and got dicing
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| It seems silly, but this chilli has two heartbeats in the recipe
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| So come over, give your heart to me
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| On a warm summer’s evening in the lido
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| Your hands touched my feet on the fifteenth lap
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| Treading water, through my goggles I can see
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| Your hands wrinkled like an old man’s
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| Come over, give your heart to me
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
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| It’s funny how things change
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| I’m smoking cigarettes again
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| Drink black coffee to hide the smell
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| Of smoke on my breath but when you take my hand in your hand
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| I feel so whole again
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| I was in the kitchen on my own making spaghetti
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| You came in with an onion and got dicing
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| It seems silly, but spaghetti has two heartbeats in the recipe
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| So come over, give your heart to me
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| So come over, give your heart to me
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| I adore you, give your heart to me |