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Lirik Lagu Ceilings Crack - Cursive

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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.
Passed out in your yardMy clothes were soaking in the morning rainMy head's just a bruise, like walking in a comaLike a battered droneAll my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your houseBeen pounding at your doorI know I'm just a peon to youBut I deserve moreThan arroganceCondolencesMy hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawnAnd the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille DayThrowing pennies at the broken birdsScribbling plans on napkinsA sketch of broken angel wings under your bedMy bandages
Stumbled over to your houseI'll sneak in the back doorI know I've been an asshole to you, but that was beforeThe argument, the accidentWell, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spentAnd my hour is spentI can't afford it this timeI can't afford this timeI can't afford this timeI can't afford it...
The hour has come for retributionI'm storming the walls downI'm storming the walls downThe hour has come for retributionI'm storming the walls downI'm storming the walls downBefore this night's done, the wounds will be goneI'm storming the walls downI'm storming the walls down
The Dirt of the VineyardLess talk, more dancingIf we could push off the sick conversation one more nightI surely wouldMy shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyardHave I soiled your gown?There's soil on your gown, like sangriaCleanses the heartOur clogged hearts are choking on the grimeAs the big band waltzes onYour stranded eyes whisper...
"The dirt is out.I can smell her on your velvet hands."The dirt is out --are we stuck in the motions again?
Oh, but was it sweetIn the vineyardSangria, won't you blessThe starving lipsSuch virgin lipsWould choke on all this grimeI've found some dirt under my nailsI'll scratch and bite until...
The dirt is outbut sangria burns under my skinThe dirt is out --I thought I'd never wash these hands again
Under my skin....