Martha and the Muffins - Three Hundred Years/Chemistry Lyrics
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Three Hundred Years/Chemistry
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What Are The Lyrics For Three Hundred Years/Chemistry By Martha and the Muffins?
In a crowd, in a city I call my home
Undercover on the edge I move alone Faces stare across at me with eyes that look but cannot see Out of reach, out of lave- stepping out of bounds Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and I feel someone move close to me Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and to dance with you is all I need (Into the thick, into the night Into your arms in the failing light) Danse parc In a park, in a city I call your name Will the way that we dance always be the same? Hold me fast, draw me near don't let love disappear Come to life, come together, steal me from my sleep Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and I feel someone move close to me Every day it's tomorrow and I never know what tomorrow will be Every day it's tomorrow and to dance with you is all I need (Into the thick, into the night Into your arms in the failing light) |
Who Wrote Three Hundred Years/Chemistry By Martha and the Muffins?
Martha Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Three Hundred Years/Chemistry By Martha and the Muffins?The duration of Three Hundred Years/Chemistry is 7:00 minutes and seconds. |
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