The Chaser
The Martial
GENRE Leave the house with arms wide open
Smell the perfume of the trees
I take my bike and I start rolling
Turning one-eight-o degrees
And now I’m racing down the black and red
A new start’s what I need
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
Losing at the game
And the hands of the clock are waving me away
Oh I’m the chaser
So you’ll be chasing me
No more dreaming of a rebound
I can’t be losing no more sleep no
I bet that it will go in somehow
As soon as I will take this leap
I’ll reach as far as I can see
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
Losing at the game
And the hands of the clock are waving me away
Oh I’m the chaser
So you’ll be chasing me
Oh I’m the chaser
Oh I’m the chaser
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
But now I’m winning at the game
And the hands of the clock I’ll be waving them away
Cause I’m the chaser
Now you are chasing me
Smell the perfume of the trees
I take my bike and I start rolling
Turning one-eight-o degrees
And now I’m racing down the black and red
A new start’s what I need
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
Losing at the game
And the hands of the clock are waving me away
Oh I’m the chaser
So you’ll be chasing me
No more dreaming of a rebound
I can’t be losing no more sleep no
I bet that it will go in somehow
As soon as I will take this leap
I’ll reach as far as I can see
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
Losing at the game
And the hands of the clock are waving me away
Oh I’m the chaser
So you’ll be chasing me
Oh I’m the chaser
Oh I’m the chaser
Oh I’m the chaser
Chasing for a name
Oh I’m the chaser
But now I’m winning at the game
And the hands of the clock I’ll be waving them away
Cause I’m the chaser
Now you are chasing me
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