Lirik 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 Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 in
Dust off all your features
Make you perfect
Not that you need it
You're effortlessly illustrated
Colourfully fated for my pen
I can show you how
The world is so much brighter when
The writer gets to turn it
I'll give you wings although you say you don't deserve it
You were definitely made
For felt tips sonnets that I've kept in way too long
And I know
That paper hearts are fast to break
So don't you go
Away
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end
It's picturesque you're nothing less
Than a hero from a storybook or five
Think you were made for filling hearts and shoes and time
Think I was made so I could do you justice
Don't trust anybody else
To write you half as well as I
Will try
To find the perfect shade of emerald
For your eyes
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end
And maybe when it's over
When the final page is turned
You won't be perfect
Just be you
The boy who likes bands with stupid names and high brow views
And maybe when I'm finished
I'll look down at the image
And magic will be seeping from your finger tips
Somehow I doubt it
'Cause I'll never not believe in you
I'll always see your best
Loving you is a religion
I'm devout I must confess
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end
Dust off all your features
Make you perfect
Not that you need it
You're effortlessly illustrated
Colourfully fated for my pen
I can show you how
The world is so much brighter when
The writer gets to turn it
I'll give you wings although you say you don't deserve it
You were definitely made
For felt tips sonnets that I've kept in way too long
And I know
That paper hearts are fast to break
So don't you go
Away
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end
It's picturesque you're nothing less
Than a hero from a storybook or five
Think you were made for filling hearts and shoes and time
Think I was made so I could do you justice
Don't trust anybody else
To write you half as well as I
Will try
To find the perfect shade of emerald
For your eyes
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end
And maybe when it's over
When the final page is turned
You won't be perfect
Just be you
The boy who likes bands with stupid names and high brow views
And maybe when I'm finished
I'll look down at the image
And magic will be seeping from your finger tips
Somehow I doubt it
'Cause I'll never not believe in you
I'll always see your best
Loving you is a religion
I'm devout I must confess
Oh my god, I think you've really done it this time
Oh my god, don't think that I can make it back
But could you hold on just a little
While I sequence all my scribbles
Into novels filled with stars I'll never send
'Cause I'm essentially a writer
Who never makes it to the end