In the silence of the side street
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In the whisper of the night
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From the darkness of the empty hours
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To the early morning light
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From the hustle down on main street
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With all it's lights so bright
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To the trucker on the highway
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Pressing through the night
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I can hear you heartbeat
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I can hear you heartbeat
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Girl, the sound of you is so sweet
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I'm in a European disco
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And it's thumping up the beat
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There's a jukebox in a cafe
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Where the younger ones can meet
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We got freezing Coca-Cola
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We got anything you want
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I'm moving on that back beat
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Girl, but it's you that sings the song
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'Cos I can hear you heartbeat
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I can hear you heartbeat
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The sound of you is so sweet
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And I'm sailing on your wind song
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Oh, I can feel the summer breeze
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You've got me walking on my tiptoes
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You've got me standing on my knees
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From the mills way down in Pittsburgh
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To the clubs of gay Paris
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No matter where I roam, girl,
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You can always get to me
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And I still hear your heartbeat
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Yea I still hear your heartbeat
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Girl, the sound of you is so sweet,
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to me
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And I still hear your heartbeat
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Yea I still hear your heartbeat
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Girl, the sound of you is so sweet,
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to me
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I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
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| Chris Rea |
