Lirik Lagu The Chamber Of 32 Doors - Genesis
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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
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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
- 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.
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,running around to all the doors.They try to find, find themselves an audience;their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,The poor man behind my back.They believe they can control the game,but the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,He'll smile through his guard,Survival trains hard.I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,He looks at you once, you know he understands,Don't need any shield,When you're out in the field.
But down here,I'm so alone with my fear,With everything that I hear.And every single door, that I've walked throughBrings me back here again,I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician,Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;and they're all calling out my name,Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,My mother to the right,Like everyone else they're pointingBut nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what h
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,running around to all the doors.They try to find, find themselves an audience;their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,The poor man behind my back.They believe they can control the game,but the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,He'll smile through his guard,Survival trains hard.I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,He looks at you once, you know he understands,Don't need any shield,When you're out in the field.
But down here,I'm so alone with my fear,With everything that I hear.And every single door, that I've walked throughBrings me back here again,I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician,Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;and they're all calling out my name,Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,My mother to the right,Like everyone else they're pointingBut nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what h
