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The bag of greens is hanging on a hook
I chop the onions while I hum a tune
You pour the tea and give me such a look
And suddenly it's morning, almost noon
We argue about money, then we smile
We fix the tap, then we rest a little while
We eat the soup with bread on the floor
And wipe our messy mouths and ask for more
The soup is steaming up the kitchen glass
We draw a little heart then let it pass
I'm glad that all the highs and lows we face
Are just the salt and sugar we embrace
The soup is steaming up the kitchen glass
We draw a little heart then let it pass
The plainest corner turns into a home
When I'm standing here and never feel alone
We argue about money, then we smile
We fix the tap, then we rest a little while
We eat the soup with bread on the floor
And wipe our messy mouths and ask for more
The soup is steaming up the kitchen glass
We draw a little heart then let it pass
I'm glad that all the highs and lows we face
Are just the salt and sugar we embrace
The soup is steaming up the kitchen glass
We draw a little heart then let it pass
The plainest corner turns into a home
When I'm standing here and never feel alone
