Lirik Lagu Downhill Racers - 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.
Hold your breath, dearThis ship is going downWe're all downhillRunning with our timebombsThese shins are cracked and splinteredThese lips are crusted shutThese squinting eyes just sting meThese veins are drying me up
All my limbsThey're just toolsWe're all stilted vechilesThese joints rustThese pores leakTime gets selfishTime is SPEED
The sweetest dreams... have murdered me.They murdered me.They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear familyIt's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbsThey're just toolsDuplicated, mass producedRunning downLosing speedTime escapes usTiming's everything.Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heartEverything... This is the beating of the clockEverything... This is an absent blood clotEverything... These are the seconds that I've lostEverything... This is the slow-rush hourEverything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)Everything... This is the slow rush.
All my limbsThey're just toolsWe're all stilted vechilesThese joints rustThese pores leakTime gets selfishTime is SPEED
The sweetest dreams... have murdered me.They murdered me.They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear familyIt's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbsThey're just toolsDuplicated, mass producedRunning downLosing speedTime escapes usTiming's everything.Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heartEverything... This is the beating of the clockEverything... This is an absent blood clotEverything... These are the seconds that I've lostEverything... This is the slow-rush hourEverything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)Everything... This is the slow rush.
