Lirik Lagu Threewrite (non-prophets) - Sage Francis
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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.
This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined soulsthe hands I've been trying to holdThis is to the (uh-uh) love that I lostand all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossedand this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle withand the remorse I fought off with metal fistsand this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you withon your porch as I watched your trembling lips
This is to the... memory of our early yearsthe first girl I shared feelings withand it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existenceand I ain't afraid to admitcause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limitnow does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such thingshopeless things I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fuckingTouching without touching, candles in the darkcasting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heartIt wasn't long before I held you more then my penwhen I wasn't writing songs, it was something like"Forever and always, whenever those songs play..."I remember empty hallwaysor your image that descended from the top floor became an echoI paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let goFrom a passive debt, I'm past regretDid you know I dreamt about you before we met?Remembering our first kiss, and it ain't even happened yetRecollecting your set, and I wasn't even given the chance to forgetI guess that's the magic of itNow every rehashed subject's displaying what I wroteon cafe napkins to the publicto get it over and done with, closure hath comethMy shoulders are plummeted from holding these bucketsHold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Pariswhere I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it
This is to my ten year story, in another decadeyou better be better prepared for mein the first four years, you were all earsthen for the next six, you left me for t
This is to the... memory of our early yearsthe first girl I shared feelings withand it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existenceand I ain't afraid to admitcause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limitnow does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such thingshopeless things I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fuckingTouching without touching, candles in the darkcasting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heartIt wasn't long before I held you more then my penwhen I wasn't writing songs, it was something like"Forever and always, whenever those songs play..."I remember empty hallwaysor your image that descended from the top floor became an echoI paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let goFrom a passive debt, I'm past regretDid you know I dreamt about you before we met?Remembering our first kiss, and it ain't even happened yetRecollecting your set, and I wasn't even given the chance to forgetI guess that's the magic of itNow every rehashed subject's displaying what I wroteon cafe napkins to the publicto get it over and done with, closure hath comethMy shoulders are plummeted from holding these bucketsHold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Pariswhere I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it
This is to my ten year story, in another decadeyou better be better prepared for mein the first four years, you were all earsthen for the next six, you left me for t
