Lirik Lagu Man Of A Thousand Faces - Regina Spektor
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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.
The man of a thousand facesSits down at the tableEats a small lump of sugarAnd smiles at the moon like he knows herAnd begins his quiet ascensionWithout anyone's sturdy instructionTo a place of no religionHas found a path to our alikeness
His words are quiet like stains areOn a table cloth washed in a riverStains that are trying to cover, for each otherOr at least blend in with the patternGood is better than perfectScrub til your fingers are bleedingAnd I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without crying
He used to go to his favorite bookstoresAnd rip out his favorite pagesAnd stuff them into his breast pocketAnd the moon to him was a strangerNow he sits down at the tableRight next to the windowAnd begins his quiet ascensionWithout anyone's sturdy instructionTo a place of no religionHas found a path to our alikenessAnd eats a small lump of sugarAnd smiles at the moon like he knows her
His words are quiet like stains areOn a table cloth washed in a riverStains that are trying to cover, for each otherOr at least blend in with the patternGood is better than perfectScrub til your fingers are bleedingAnd I'm crying for things that I tell others to do without crying
He used to go to his favorite bookstoresAnd rip out his favorite pagesAnd stuff them into his breast pocketAnd the moon to him was a strangerNow he sits down at the tableRight next to the windowAnd begins his quiet ascensionWithout anyone's sturdy instructionTo a place of no religionHas found a path to our alikenessAnd eats a small lump of sugarAnd smiles at the moon like he knows her
