Lirik Lagu We Have A Dog To Exercise - Sopor Aeternus
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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.
When the old ghost of suicidecreeps slowly back into your mind,then everything is bleak and blurred ...-down here in the short-sighted world.Yet, this time I have to insiston the sharpness of the things I missed ...-this once so loyal friend ..., he's not that welcome anymore.
White, fragile procelain-boy,some minor things shall be left unsaid,yes, you share the strongest desire for beauty,as like all the "enchanted" you are more than blessed with it.
The body is a prison-cell ... that like a child needs to be washed and fed ...-these are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget.
The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors,we kiss the dying world goodbye ... and leave it in good hands at the morgue.
Well, on the second day of excavation,tell me, what did you expect to find?Be careful when you scratch the surface,'cause we all have a dog to exercise.
We are not lovers, we are LIKERS ...-we are merely hands and shakes;these are just FOUR from the list of the numberless thingsof which we're still afraid.
We are not familiar with the state of (y)our decay,because this is not our line, it is not really our trade.All we know is that our feet are coldand that our sticky hands are wet -and that we're here to bring you tidingsstraight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD.
Look at the boy ... oh, he really suffers,he's caught in fear and its destress;there's no point in looking at him for answers,because he is a stranger here himself.
The body is a prison-cellthat like a child needs to be washed and fed ...-these are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget.
White, fragile procelain-boy,some minor things shall be left unsaid,yes, you share the strongest desire for beauty,as like all the "enchanted" you are more than blessed with it.
The body is a prison-cell ... that like a child needs to be washed and fed ...-these are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget.
The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors,we kiss the dying world goodbye ... and leave it in good hands at the morgue.
Well, on the second day of excavation,tell me, what did you expect to find?Be careful when you scratch the surface,'cause we all have a dog to exercise.
We are not lovers, we are LIKERS ...-we are merely hands and shakes;these are just FOUR from the list of the numberless thingsof which we're still afraid.
We are not familiar with the state of (y)our decay,because this is not our line, it is not really our trade.All we know is that our feet are coldand that our sticky hands are wet -and that we're here to bring you tidingsstraight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD.
Look at the boy ... oh, he really suffers,he's caught in fear and its destress;there's no point in looking at him for answers,because he is a stranger here himself.
The body is a prison-cellthat like a child needs to be washed and fed ...-these are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget.
