* Neverending Love *
Roxette
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. . . Chasing your shadow, the senses together,
Four-leafed and clever I come from behind.
Chasing your shadow, I wonder in circles,
You're one of a million, we're two of a kind.
It's you that I long for, it's you that I hunger,
Oh you are the maker of waves in my mind.
We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
Chasing your shadow, moon and the water,
Field and the reaper, star and the sky.
Chasing your shadow, hammer and heartbeat,
Clay and new concrete, I follow the signs.
It's you that I long for, it's you that I hunger,
And you are the maker of waves in my mind.
We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
. . . We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
We dance in the moonlight, a run on the wire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love.
The fever turns slowly into a fire,
Drawing a fine line, a neverending love. |
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