Lirik Lagu Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades - Brand New
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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.
Keep the noise low.She doesn't wanna blow it.Shaking head to toewhile your left hand does "the show me around."Quickens your heartbeat.It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.Hear a boy bracing tight against sheetsbarely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.Dripping wet and clearly depressed,he'd headed straight for the stairs.No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.He doesn't wanna blow it.He's wet from head to toe andhis eyes give her the up and the down.His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.But the body on the bed beckons forwardand he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.This doesn't seem quite fair.Despite everything he learned from his friends,he doesn't feel so prepared.She's breathing quiet and smooth.He's gasping for air."This is the first and last time," he says.She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.He's holding back from telling herexactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.He whispers that he loves her,but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.He waits for it to endand for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
You don't recover from a night like this.A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.Hear a boy bracing tight against sheetsbarely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.Dripping wet and clearly depressed,he'd headed straight for the stairs.No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.He doesn't wanna blow it.He's wet from head to toe andhis eyes give her the up and the down.His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.But the body on the bed beckons forwardand he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.This doesn't seem quite fair.Despite everything he learned from his friends,he doesn't feel so prepared.She's breathing quiet and smooth.He's gasping for air."This is the first and last time," he says.She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.He's holding back from telling herexactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.He whispers that he loves her,but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.He waits for it to endand for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station wherethe act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.The reasons that I had to believeyou weren't too hard to sell.Die young and save yourself.The tickle, the taste of...It used to be the reason I breathedbut now it's choking me up.Die young and save yourself.
