Lirik Lagu Creation or a stain - Joseph Arthur
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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 got a god in my headTells me that I'm crazyGot a god in my headTelling me I'm crazyAn angry little god punching on my skullAnother little godTells me that I'm lazyA useless piece of shit with no love to give at all nowAnd the smallest god up thereThinks that I'm the greatestTells me no one else could be as good as me.I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequencesLittle propagandist selling miseryI build a cocoon I got to get awayA shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????)No one see ya down there and no one's getting inI got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country ginI drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hearIs the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody nearNo don't let anybody near (x4)And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling downThe city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere aroundI have made myself a monsterI have damned myself againI have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skinI'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memoryConsumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's miseryI'm sucking on Satan's titShe's milking me her pussyflowerI drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to goYou know there's no place left to go (x4)So I drink until the pain is dryI know it never isSometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the bestUntil the morning after when I wake up with the guiltOf burning down all the things my sacred hands have builtAnd throwing out all the love you know I never feltYeah, you know I never felt (x4)Let's make our tortured Romeo'sPersonal help can be uniqueYou bring it on yourselfBurn out when you might peakThe Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soulIf you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost controlYour past is plagiarismyour symbols have dried upYour corruption's as confusedAs old lovers that you dugLike some hidden toxic fumeYour soul dissipatesIn the ozone of guilty acts with motiveAll the things you hateThere's bodies dancing, crazedSexual heatCrazy in an orgyThe way starving people eatRegrets weight overwhelms, and tired bodies fallBankrupt from the beatenLet's split one more eight-ballBlue as beggars, beaten, bleedingTired eyes made of rustAnd we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trustNo no there's no one you can trust(x4)Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-boxI wouldn't knowI've never been there, I sold my keys to get a rockWe sing along to forgotten AM radio stationsAnd drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hangingLike prisoners in conceitWe heard through the cracksI know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you backThe windows all explodeOutside the noise pollution boomsEveryone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark roomsI've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happenObsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Eric ClaptonThese are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the painThe euphoria of dyingToxins wrestle in my brainWe've all been leaders of corruptionWe've all been spiders on the wallWaiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fallIs this guilt of just self-hatredRunnin' wild, uncontainedLeaking from a broken soulIs this creation or a stainIs this creation or a stain...
