Lirik Lagu Stephenville, TX - Jewel
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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.
Housewives trying to recapture their youthBy wearing floral print and suedeFixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairsprayMartha Stewart taught them to make on TVI was raised a farmgirlI'm too far from home, all alone on the roadTrying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sandAnd the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine
I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke coltsAnd he went back to school to get a degreeNow he teachs music to kids, he taught music to meAnd this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, TexasYes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a manAnd I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closetThe same closet I had to move my things back inIt didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrateEverything's temporary given enough timeBut hey, I've got nothing to loseI'm a singer for crowds, I'm a writer of songsHey Mom, look, I'm an entertainerI'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six stringsTrying to make the world make sense out of meTrying to be loved completely, trying to love honestlyTrying to find a decent high noon cup of teaIn another shitty hotelI'm trying to listen to the leaves speakTrying to steal secrets from fishes in the creekTrying to figure out who I amA singer, a pretty bad cook, maybe a good momWhat will it be?
And I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm trying to figure out who I amBut there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther KingThere's just syncophantsAnd the mindlessness on TV or in the magazinesOn the latest ways to behaveSo why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?I'll sell you neat ideas without big wordsAnd a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all downHey, everybody thought Godard was a clownAnd that ain't gonna be me
And I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I beganAnd I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I beganGuess that just means I'm in Texas
I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke coltsAnd he went back to school to get a degreeNow he teachs music to kids, he taught music to meAnd this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, TexasYes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a manAnd I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closetThe same closet I had to move my things back inIt didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrateEverything's temporary given enough timeBut hey, I've got nothing to loseI'm a singer for crowds, I'm a writer of songsHey Mom, look, I'm an entertainerI'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six stringsTrying to make the world make sense out of meTrying to be loved completely, trying to love honestlyTrying to find a decent high noon cup of teaIn another shitty hotelI'm trying to listen to the leaves speakTrying to steal secrets from fishes in the creekTrying to figure out who I amA singer, a pretty bad cook, maybe a good momWhat will it be?
And I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm trying to figure out who I amBut there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther KingThere's just syncophantsAnd the mindlessness on TV or in the magazinesOn the latest ways to behaveSo why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?I'll sell you neat ideas without big wordsAnd a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all downHey, everybody thought Godard was a clownAnd that ain't gonna be me
And I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I beganAnd I'm 25 years oldThat ain't the end but it sure ain't where I beganGuess that just means I'm in Texas
