Lirik Lagu Party For The Fight To Write - Atmosphere
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too...
[Slug]Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the capWalks amoungst the flies that hover over the matHe lies, but only when there's a reasonMentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the seasonPoor at handling and managing incomeGot enough love to pass around and then someBeen done, that there a name you can trustRead the whole match book and put a flame to the brushGood with packs, and rips up sacksPut the show in biz, try to give what you getWhen you let him run free with the thoughtPull the line in, try to see what you caughtI ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that greatI Went back to the lab and began to mutateWait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb nameAin't a damn thing changedBut if you like surprises, I know of a partyWhere they all dance around to your heart beatBring your own agenda and embrace your flawsLets put a face on this common cause
chorus:And he said some got pencils and some got gunsSome know how to stand and some of them runWe don't get along, but we sing the same songParty for the fight to write, and write on
Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspokenMake a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all openThe theories, the stories, the truths, the mythsIts all therapy, on top of turntablistsThis indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)We can all get some, and we can give some backAnd if its done correct, we'll make more than noiseSo pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toysAs a child Hip Hop made me read books,And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crookAnd Hip Hop gave me the way and something to sayAnd all I took in return is a second lookSon, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way thereGettin' good at actin' like you just don't careThe circle of life trying to make it square conditionAnd self sit stillAnd Sti
[Slug]Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the capWalks amoungst the flies that hover over the matHe lies, but only when there's a reasonMentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the seasonPoor at handling and managing incomeGot enough love to pass around and then someBeen done, that there a name you can trustRead the whole match book and put a flame to the brushGood with packs, and rips up sacksPut the show in biz, try to give what you getWhen you let him run free with the thoughtPull the line in, try to see what you caughtI ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that greatI Went back to the lab and began to mutateWait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb nameAin't a damn thing changedBut if you like surprises, I know of a partyWhere they all dance around to your heart beatBring your own agenda and embrace your flawsLets put a face on this common cause
chorus:And he said some got pencils and some got gunsSome know how to stand and some of them runWe don't get along, but we sing the same songParty for the fight to write, and write on
Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspokenMake a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all openThe theories, the stories, the truths, the mythsIts all therapy, on top of turntablistsThis indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)We can all get some, and we can give some backAnd if its done correct, we'll make more than noiseSo pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toysAs a child Hip Hop made me read books,And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crookAnd Hip Hop gave me the way and something to sayAnd all I took in return is a second lookSon, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way thereGettin' good at actin' like you just don't careThe circle of life trying to make it square conditionAnd self sit stillAnd Sti
