Lirik Lagu The Writer - Maisie Peters
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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.
Do you want me to write you inDust off all your featuresMake you perfectNot that you need itYou're effortlessly illustratedColourfully fated for my pen
I can show you howThe world is so much brighter whenThe writer gets to turn itI'll give you wings although you say you don't deserve itYou were definitely madeFor felt tips sonnets that I've kept in way too long
And I knowThat paper hearts are fast to breakSo don't you goAway
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
It's picturesque you're nothing lessThan a hero from a storybook or fiveThink you were made for filling hearts and shoes and timeThink I was made so I could do you justiceDon't trust anybody elseTo write you half as well as I
Will tryTo find the perfect shade of emeraldFor your eyes
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
And maybe when it's overWhen the final page is turnedYou won't be perfectJust be youThe boy who likes bands with stupid names and high brow viewsAnd maybe when I'm finishedI'll look down at the imageAnd magic will be seeping from your finger tipsSomehow I doubt it
'Cause I'll never not believe in youI'll always see your bestLoving you is a religionI'm devout I must confess
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
I can show you howThe world is so much brighter whenThe writer gets to turn itI'll give you wings although you say you don't deserve itYou were definitely madeFor felt tips sonnets that I've kept in way too long
And I knowThat paper hearts are fast to breakSo don't you goAway
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
It's picturesque you're nothing lessThan a hero from a storybook or fiveThink you were made for filling hearts and shoes and timeThink I was made so I could do you justiceDon't trust anybody elseTo write you half as well as I
Will tryTo find the perfect shade of emeraldFor your eyes
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
And maybe when it's overWhen the final page is turnedYou won't be perfectJust be youThe boy who likes bands with stupid names and high brow viewsAnd maybe when I'm finishedI'll look down at the imageAnd magic will be seeping from your finger tipsSomehow I doubt it
'Cause I'll never not believe in youI'll always see your bestLoving you is a religionI'm devout I must confess
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this timeOh my god, don't think that I can make it backBut could you hold on just a littleWhile I sequence all my scribblesInto novels filled with stars I'll never send'Cause I'm essentially a writerWho never makes it to the end
