L.A. Guns - Underneath The Sun Lyrics
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Underneath The Sun
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What Are The Lyrics For Underneath The Sun By L.A. Guns?
Would you take me home, my love can't be here anymore
I swear I heard the door I don't mean to be absurd, but you haven't said a word Let's see who's crying first And I don't think that I've done wrong And I wonder if you do, do you? When you're underneath the sun The days can seem so long And you wonder where you've gone Tell me, baby, when I'm down and out for you I'm done, will you be there when I get home It's been tough all summer long, I burned my skin again When I melted through the phone So I'm asking now, my love just take me back again I can't lose you as a friend And I don't think that I've done wrong And I wonder if you do, do you? When you're underneath the sun The days can seem so long And you wonder where you've gone Tell me, baby, when I'm down and out for you I'm done, you're gonna be there when I get home And I don't think that I've done wrong And I wonder if you do, do you? When you're underneath the sun Days can seem so long And you wonder where you've gone Tell me, baby, when I'm down and out for you I'm done, you're gonna be there when I get home When you're underneath the sun The days can seem so long And you wonder where you've gone Tell me, baby, when I'm down and out for you I'm done, you're gonna be there when I get home |
Who Wrote Underneath The Sun By L.A. Guns?
Adam Hamilton, Dave Ingram, Gary Wolf, Philip Lewis, Scott Griffin, Stephen F Riley
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