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neverending love | |
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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, youīre one in a million, weīre two of a kind. itīs you that i long for, itīs 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. itīs you that i long for, itīs you that i hunger and you are the maker of waves in my mind. /we dance in the moonlight.../ |
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2. voices (montezuma version) |