Lirik Lagu Butterfly Collector - Garbage
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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.
So you finally got what you wanted,You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame,And when you just can't get any higher,You use your senses to suss out this week's climber,And the small fame that you've acquired,Has brought you into cult status but to me you're still a collector.
There's tarts and whores but you're much more,You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
And you've started looking much older,And you're fashion sense is second rate like your perfume,But to you in your own little dream world,You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors.
You carry on 'cause it's all you know,You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,You get from day to day by filling your head,But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
And I don't care about morals,'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway,And I don't feel any sorrow,Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.
There's tarts and whores but you're much more,You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
You carry on 'cause it's all you know,You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,You get from day to day by filling your head,But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
And I don't feel any sorrow,Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.
There's tarts and whores but you're much more,You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
And you've started looking much older,And you're fashion sense is second rate like your perfume,But to you in your own little dream world,You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors.
You carry on 'cause it's all you know,You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,You get from day to day by filling your head,But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
And I don't care about morals,'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway,And I don't feel any sorrow,Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.
There's tarts and whores but you're much more,You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds,And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains,It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you.
You carry on 'cause it's all you know,You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew,You get from day to day by filling your head,But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off.
And I don't feel any sorrow,Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors.
