Lirik Lagu It's A Mugs Game - Soft Cell
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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.
Oh god its another nightAnd your head is feelingLike a lump of leadYou should never have drunkThose party-foursYou should of been home being good instead
Ever been in a deja vueand the end is the same againYou ran out of your silver thinsAnd you're trying to be so high classThough you need a bath and your hair's looking like stringAnd though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinksAnd you tell them 'Oh its nothingThere's a million where those come from'And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend'Please lend me a few quid'
Oh god it's another dayAnd your stomach's feelingLike a blown-up balloonYou should never have eaten that greasy foodThe doctor told you that chile was bad for your blood
And you're standing at the chemist in BootsCoughing up your guts like you're at deaths doorAll this for a packet of Do-Do'sAnd the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright redIt's at time like this that you wish you were deadAnd you take the whole packet and you feel like you've drunkA bottle of bleachAnd you tell yourself 'Never, never againWell, not until next week anyway'And you were never one for holding drinkAnd you stagger off to the toiletAnd you throw up like it was ChristmasAnd you miss the bowl and you hit your shoesAnd there's no paper towelsNow what else can go wrong for youIt's a choice between a cab fare homeAnd a packet of cigarettesSo you choose and the money sticksIn the machine and the manager says'Tough shit - drink up and leave'
Oh god it's another diseaseAnd you just got rid of the lastYou were beginning to feel OKAnd the friends you gave it toWere speaking to you again.
And you find yourself having sexIn the back of a carAnd the girl underneathDoesn't care who you a
Ever been in a deja vueand the end is the same againYou ran out of your silver thinsAnd you're trying to be so high classThough you need a bath and your hair's looking like stringAnd though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinksAnd you tell them 'Oh its nothingThere's a million where those come from'And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend'Please lend me a few quid'
Oh god it's another dayAnd your stomach's feelingLike a blown-up balloonYou should never have eaten that greasy foodThe doctor told you that chile was bad for your blood
And you're standing at the chemist in BootsCoughing up your guts like you're at deaths doorAll this for a packet of Do-Do'sAnd the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright redIt's at time like this that you wish you were deadAnd you take the whole packet and you feel like you've drunkA bottle of bleachAnd you tell yourself 'Never, never againWell, not until next week anyway'And you were never one for holding drinkAnd you stagger off to the toiletAnd you throw up like it was ChristmasAnd you miss the bowl and you hit your shoesAnd there's no paper towelsNow what else can go wrong for youIt's a choice between a cab fare homeAnd a packet of cigarettesSo you choose and the money sticksIn the machine and the manager says'Tough shit - drink up and leave'
Oh god it's another diseaseAnd you just got rid of the lastYou were beginning to feel OKAnd the friends you gave it toWere speaking to you again.
And you find yourself having sexIn the back of a carAnd the girl underneathDoesn't care who you a
