Marit Larsen - The Chase Lyrics
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The Chase
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What Are The Lyrics For The Chase By Marit Larsen?
When the leaves fell down you were my lover
Winter taught me you were my friend When the spring came 'round I'd often wonder Would the summer bring you back again But now I know With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything from me With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything from me I try to find a new direction You wait on every corner turned But the minute I ask your attention You turn on your heels and I get burned At least I know At least I know With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything from me With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything, getting anything, getting anything from me Like day and night I know this much is true (With you it's about the chase) Still every path it leads me back to you (With you it's about the chase) It's like a disease, I don't wanna get well (It's like a disease) I know it's not easy, but it's easy to tell It's easy to tell, it's easy to tell with you With you it's about With you it's about With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything from me With you it's about the chase You're not getting anything, getting anything, getting anything today With you it's about the chase |
Who Wrote The Chase By Marit Larsen?
Kare Vestreheim, Kare Vestrheim, Marit Larsen
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What's The Duration Of The The Chase By Marit Larsen?The duration of The Chase is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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