Chicago - Chasin' the Wind Lyrics
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Chasin' the Wind
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What Are The Lyrics For Chasin' the Wind By Chicago?
Did the best I could to make you mine
If you ever felt anything for me Well, you never gave a sign Thought time would make you change Make you want me but baby I never had a chance Now, I know that there's just some things Just not meant to be No use makin' you care about me No way that I'm gonna win Oh darlin', I might as well be chasin' the wind Oh, I'm just chasin' the wind Open up my heart, let you inside If love was what you we're lookin' for Well, I guess it wasn't mine So I guess I better go, it's over and done But you know I'm not really sad at all 'Cause you can't really say it's over When it never had begun No use makin' you care about me No way that I'm gonna win Oh darlin', I might as well be chasin' the wind Oh, I'm just chasin' the wind Can't reach the sea if you can't get past the sand Can't touch the sky if you can't reach up your hand Can't give if you give nothin' back No use makin' you care about me No way that I'm gonna win Oh darlin', I might as well be chasin' the wind (No use makin' you care about me) Makin' you care about me No way that I'm gonna win Oh darlin', I might as well be chasin' the wind Oh, I'm just chasin' the wind Oh, I'm just chasin' the wind |
Who Wrote Chasin' the Wind By Chicago?
Diane Eve Warren
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What's The Duration Of The Chasin' the Wind By Chicago?The duration of Chasin' the Wind is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
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