Lirik Lagu Fred Jones Part 2 - Ben Folds
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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.
fred sits alone at his desk in the darkthere's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
he has packed all his thingsand he's put them in boxesthings that remind him that life has been goodtwenty five years he's worked at the papera man's here to take him downstairsand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
there was no party and there were no songscause today's just a day like the day that he startedand no one is left here that knows his first nameyeah, and life barrels on like a runaway trainwhere the passengers changethey don't change anythingyou get offsomeone else can get onand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
the streetlight it shines through the hazecasting lines on the floorand lines on his facehe reflects on the day...
fred gets his paints out and goes to the basementprojecting some slides onto a plain white canvasand traces itfills in the spaceshe turns off the slidesand it doesn't look rightyeah, and all of these bastards have taken his placehe's forgotten but not yet goneand i'm sorry mr jonesand i'm sorry mr jonesand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
he has packed all his thingsand he's put them in boxesthings that remind him that life has been goodtwenty five years he's worked at the papera man's here to take him downstairsand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
there was no party and there were no songscause today's just a day like the day that he startedand no one is left here that knows his first nameyeah, and life barrels on like a runaway trainwhere the passengers changethey don't change anythingyou get offsomeone else can get onand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
the streetlight it shines through the hazecasting lines on the floorand lines on his facehe reflects on the day...
fred gets his paints out and goes to the basementprojecting some slides onto a plain white canvasand traces itfills in the spaceshe turns off the slidesand it doesn't look rightyeah, and all of these bastards have taken his placehe's forgotten but not yet goneand i'm sorry mr jonesand i'm sorry mr jonesand i'm sorry mr jones, it's time
