Lirik Lagu Addict Of The Gallery - Faith Marie
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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.
I play Russian rullet with my sleep every nightCollecting more wrinkles underneath my eyesIf only I could tell you how much I loveThe pain and the struggleI'm addicted to the sorrowGuess I turned something bad into something worseI'd rather be alone and maybe that's how this worksI've gotten so used to the feeling of rejectionSet myself up with these expectations
God really likes to test meBut the way I like to see it isMore materialFeeling lowTaking scraps from destructionBuilding me up againSculpted with melodies carved in the crevicesBut I stand aloneOnly to admireNever to touchReach out with my handsBut it never connectsI'm a complicated mess that I've come to acceptSo go ahead and disappoint meI'll always feel isolated and lonelyIt's part of being a showpieceI'm addicted to the artistry
I'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
Friends and family wonder what happened to meConstantly asking me do you think you're happy?NoI'm notBut I'm happy to know the worse that I feel the more that I growMigraines and bad daysMadness and caffeineI welcome you with open arms and a handful of advilIt's hard to win it allBut I'll never settle for lessThey say to live in the present but it's too hard to digestSo I live for the futureAnd for who I'll becomeBut I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid of her nowI think she wants to destroy mePiece by pieceBut man I can't wait to meet herShe sounds just like poetry
I'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
Every inch of me is achingKnowing there's a space awaitingFor me to fillIn a gallery for bigger thingsI'm getting slightly claustrophobicToo big for the frame that's holdingAll I can beI want to roamFree
The world is my galleryI'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
God really likes to test meBut the way I like to see it isMore materialFeeling lowTaking scraps from destructionBuilding me up againSculpted with melodies carved in the crevicesBut I stand aloneOnly to admireNever to touchReach out with my handsBut it never connectsI'm a complicated mess that I've come to acceptSo go ahead and disappoint meI'll always feel isolated and lonelyIt's part of being a showpieceI'm addicted to the artistry
I'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
Friends and family wonder what happened to meConstantly asking me do you think you're happy?NoI'm notBut I'm happy to know the worse that I feel the more that I growMigraines and bad daysMadness and caffeineI welcome you with open arms and a handful of advilIt's hard to win it allBut I'll never settle for lessThey say to live in the present but it's too hard to digestSo I live for the futureAnd for who I'll becomeBut I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid of her nowI think she wants to destroy mePiece by pieceBut man I can't wait to meet herShe sounds just like poetry
I'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
Every inch of me is achingKnowing there's a space awaitingFor me to fillIn a gallery for bigger thingsI'm getting slightly claustrophobicToo big for the frame that's holdingAll I can beI want to roamFree
The world is my galleryI'm hanging up in a room full of silenceBleeding colours from the pain and the violenceDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm hanging up like a dying bouquetDrying out like a half-eaten pastryDon't I look so beautiful...ly tragicI'm addicted to the galleryI'm an addict I'm an addict of the gallery
