Monaco - Under the Stars Lyrics
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Under the Stars
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What Are The Lyrics For Under the Stars By Monaco?
I'm high on a hill
I watch as the day begins It seems such a thrill I'll never come down I sit here and wait Just dreaming my life away And though i try and hide the pain Somethings are never gonna change So let the violence begin If we can fight then we can win We'll share the love that's in our hearts and in our souls So let the violence begin If we can fight then we can win We'll share the love that's in our hearts and in our souls I'll take my time Think about everything And the fool on the hill Can't take anymore And now that i know I swear i'll never let you go But the sunshine brings the rain And then it's time to start again So let the violence begin If we can fight then we can win We'll share the love that's in our hearts and in our souls And now i'm alone with you Oh yes that's why i'm so alone and blue I feel like dying I feel like dying No matter what i do or say I'm gonna do it to you anyway I feel like dying I feel like dying So let the violence begin If we can fight then we can win We'll share the love that's in our hearts and in our souls So let the violence begin If we can fight then we can win We'll share the love that's in our hearts and in our souls |
Who Wrote Under the Stars By Monaco?
David (gb 2) Potts, Peter Hook
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What's The Duration Of The Under the Stars By Monaco?The duration of Under the Stars is 3:51 minutes and seconds. |
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