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Lirik TV Dinner - Sam Fender
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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.
Hypothesise a hero's rise and teach them all to then despise
It is our way to make a king, romanticise how they begin
Fetishize their struggling, while all the while they're suffering
In every worming memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin, the merry-go
Roundhouse-kick into the face, sheer loss of private space
The moths, the snakes, the tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace
And little colour out my face, the cancer in a padlock case
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
The market before anything
The darkest days are yet to sing
Like Winehouse, she was just a bairn
They love her now but bled her then
They reared me as a class clown
Grass fed little cash cow
I cashed out, headed hell bound
And now they point and laugh
No one gets in to my space
No one gets in to my space
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
I'll sell my story when it's true, I'll paint a pretty pic of you
I'll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk when I am born
I'm in the embryonic state
On borrowed time I clean my plate
With a TV dinner I spectate
The fucks all gesticulate
The chip on shoulder pulsates, my hatred it mutates
Had me irate, we said 'we're all the same'
Are you wild? Do you have enemies?
A start with no amenities?
A mark that bleeds a legacy?
A spark without tuition fee?
A darkness that they envy?
They frenzy to befriend me
But I know ye, you'll sell me
You'll sell me, you'll kill me
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
To my space
It is our way to make a king, romanticise how they begin
Fetishize their struggling, while all the while they're suffering
In every worming memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin, the merry-go
Roundhouse-kick into the face, sheer loss of private space
The moths, the snakes, the tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace
And little colour out my face, the cancer in a padlock case
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
The market before anything
The darkest days are yet to sing
Like Winehouse, she was just a bairn
They love her now but bled her then
They reared me as a class clown
Grass fed little cash cow
I cashed out, headed hell bound
And now they point and laugh
No one gets in to my space
No one gets in to my space
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
I'll sell my story when it's true, I'll paint a pretty pic of you
I'll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk when I am born
I'm in the embryonic state
On borrowed time I clean my plate
With a TV dinner I spectate
The fucks all gesticulate
The chip on shoulder pulsates, my hatred it mutates
Had me irate, we said 'we're all the same'
Are you wild? Do you have enemies?
A start with no amenities?
A mark that bleeds a legacy?
A spark without tuition fee?
A darkness that they envy?
They frenzy to befriend me
But I know ye, you'll sell me
You'll sell me, you'll kill me
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
To my space
