Lirik Lagu Praying For Time - Carrie Underwood
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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- 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
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[originally performed by George Michael]
These are the days of the open handThey will not be the lastLook around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosersThis is the year of the hungry manWhose place is in the pastHand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poorAnd most of us are not sureIf we have too much but we’ll take our chances‘Cause God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the wayHe must have let us all out to playAnd turned his backAnd all God’s childrenCrept out the back doorAnd its hard to loveTheres so much to hateHanging onto hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies aboveSay its much too lateOh maybe we should all be praying for time
This is the year of the empty handOh you hold onto what you canAnd charity is a coat you wear twice a year
These are the days of the guilty manThe television takes a standAnd you find that what was over thereIs over hereSo you scream from behind your doorSay whats mine is mine and not yoursI may have too muchBut I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping scoreAnd you’ll cling to the things they sold youDid you cover your eyes when they told youThat he cant come back‘Cause he has no childrento come back for
And its hard to love when theres so much to hateAnd hanging onto hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies aboveSay its much, much too lateMm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the open handThey will not be the lastLook around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosersThis is the year of the hungry manWhose place is in the pastHand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poorAnd most of us are not sureIf we have too much but we’ll take our chances‘Cause God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the wayHe must have let us all out to playAnd turned his backAnd all God’s childrenCrept out the back doorAnd its hard to loveTheres so much to hateHanging onto hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies aboveSay its much too lateOh maybe we should all be praying for time
This is the year of the empty handOh you hold onto what you canAnd charity is a coat you wear twice a year
These are the days of the guilty manThe television takes a standAnd you find that what was over thereIs over hereSo you scream from behind your doorSay whats mine is mine and not yoursI may have too muchBut I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping scoreAnd you’ll cling to the things they sold youDid you cover your eyes when they told youThat he cant come back‘Cause he has no childrento come back for
And its hard to love when theres so much to hateAnd hanging onto hopeWhen there is no hope to speak ofAnd the wounded skies aboveSay its much, much too lateMm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
