Lirik Lagu Coming Home - Gabrielle Aplin
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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 wonder where my friend has goneI wonder where it all went wrongWas there something that I should have known?I looked for him in AmsterdamI cried for him in BirminghamWondered if he’s ever coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home
Had a man, tall and fineI left him by an old road signTold him I was off to MexicoWith my feet on the trackAnd your shadow on my backWandered if I’m ever coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home
Had a man, tall and fineI left him by an old road signTold him I was off to MexicoWith my feet on the trackAnd your shadow on my backWandered if I’m ever coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home
Coming home, coming homeStanding underneath the skyWith nothing of my ownI’m here picking flowersBut all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home

