Hanson - Underneath Lyrics
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Underneath
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What Are The Lyrics For Underneath By Hanson?
Waking up this morning
Thinking this can't be real They say there is nothing love can't heal Why don't you come on down So you can feel what I feel? Sitting all alone in this place Even though we're here face to face There is nothing gone But there's something wrong Can't you see That I'm stuck here underneath And you make it hard to breathe? Take a look around and tell me what you see You'll find me underneath I know what to say But don't know where to begin I fear I'm losing you beneath my skin Is there resolution for this pain that I'm in? Sitting all alone in this place Even though we're here face to face There is nothing gone But there's something wrong Can't you see That I'm stuck here underneath And you make it hard to breathe? Take a look around and tell me what you see You'll find me underneath 'Cause you'll find me, whoa, underneath If only you could feel what I dream Maybe you could hear what I mean There is nothing gone But there's something missing Can't you see That I'm stuck here underneath And you make it hard to breathe? Take a look around and tell me what you see You'll find me underneath You'll find me underneath Underneath, underneath |
Who Wrote Underneath By Hanson?
Isaac Hanson, Taylor Hanson, Zachary Walker Hanson, Matthew Sweet
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What's The Duration Of The Underneath By Hanson?The duration of Underneath is 4:40 minutes and seconds. |
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