Lirik Lagu Springsteen - Eric Church
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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.
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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
- 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.
To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing there on that lawnDiscount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeansSomewhere between that setting sun, I'm On Fire and Born To RunYou looked at me and I was done, we were just getting started
I was singing to you, you were singing to meI was so alive, never been more freeFired up my daddy's lighter and we sang ohStayed there 'til they forced us outWe took the long way to your houseAnd I can still hear the soundOf you saying, Don't go
When I think about youI think about 17I think about my old JeepI think about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen
I bumped in to you by happenstanceYou probably wouldn't even know who I amBut if I whispered your name, I bet there'd still be a sparkBack when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new inkAnd we didn't care what your momma think 'bout your name on my arm
Baby is it spring or is it summerThe guitar sound or the beat of the drummerYou hear sometimes late at night on your radioEven though you're a million miles awayWhen you hear Born In The USADo you relive those glory days from so long ago
When you think about meDo you think about 17Do you think about my old JeepThink about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen, Springsteen
Funny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen
I was singing to you, you were singing to meI was so alive, never been more freeFired up my daddy's lighter and we sang ohStayed there 'til they forced us outWe took the long way to your houseAnd I can still hear the soundOf you saying, Don't go
When I think about youI think about 17I think about my old JeepI think about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen
I bumped in to you by happenstanceYou probably wouldn't even know who I amBut if I whispered your name, I bet there'd still be a sparkBack when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new inkAnd we didn't care what your momma think 'bout your name on my arm
Baby is it spring or is it summerThe guitar sound or the beat of the drummerYou hear sometimes late at night on your radioEven though you're a million miles awayWhen you hear Born In The USADo you relive those glory days from so long ago
When you think about meDo you think about 17Do you think about my old JeepThink about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen, Springsteen
Funny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen
