Lirik Lagu 100 000 Miles - Spearhead
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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
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- 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.
I need a reason to get up /before I wash my faceThe junkies the Hookers the dealers the placekickin' off my covers / trippin' off the factthat I haven't called my gramma in a long long timestandin in the shower/ for almost half an hourTryin' to wake up/ and I'm lookin for the powerreachin' for the towel/ with soap in my eyesdryin' off my shoulders / my chest and my thighsThe next thing I know/ the telephone ringsI hear my own voice /on the answering machineplease leave a message/ I'm glad ya calledI listen for a voice /but there's nothin' at allMan oh ManI gotta kick the bluesand pay respect where respect is dueall praises to GOD the one I return tothe one I can turn towhen I'm feelin burned to the bone
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bed is still warm but there's an empty spaceEasrly in the morn/ before I wash my facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
At six in the morning /she rolled outa bedstared out the window/ and then she saidthat I wasn't her type...I think she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.She picked up her things and walked through the doorand then said that she couldn't see me no morejust as she was leaving /I asked her if she'd callshe didn't look back / said nuttin at allI didn't change my clothes/ because they smell like youand when I took a shower it reminded me of youI called Gramma Brown/for adviceit happened to me once/it happened to me twiceMichael/ my son/ you sound really buggedI wish that you were here /so I could to you givea hug then she gave me/ a long, long talkshe said "you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"when things get rough/ don't sweat itsometimes in life you just have to let itand sing out a song / so strongthat even a bad dream couldn't bring harmto the mind of a young childs battlesformed from the candle light shadowsher voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bedisstill warmbut there's an empty spaceEarly in the mornin/beforeIwashmy facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty minutes/before I fall asleepwhen I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teethThis is the time /when I am forced to think aboutall of the things/ I been tryin to forget aboutThe Bills, the phone, cleanin up my roomthe cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boomalone I remember /the times with me and youand I realize my heart is shakin' up the roomGramma she would tell us /about the glory daysand gramma she would tell us/ about when we were slavesin the livin' room/ pianos outa tuneon top of it the pictures /of every bride and groomchild/ grand child /lost childevery single tear shed / every single smile'cause everybodies got/ alota shit to deal withand life doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel itso shake the dust/ offa your feettake a step forward/ liberate with the beatso for you/ I wrote this songI wanted you to hear it/ before you are gone.the African in me/ the Seminole in meThese are some a things my grandmother gaveto me some believe there are and some believe thereain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bed isstill warmbut there'san empty spaceEarlyin themornin/ before I wash my facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bed is still warm but there's an empty spaceEasrly in the morn/ before I wash my facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
At six in the morning /she rolled outa bedstared out the window/ and then she saidthat I wasn't her type...I think she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.She picked up her things and walked through the doorand then said that she couldn't see me no morejust as she was leaving /I asked her if she'd callshe didn't look back / said nuttin at allI didn't change my clothes/ because they smell like youand when I took a shower it reminded me of youI called Gramma Brown/for adviceit happened to me once/it happened to me twiceMichael/ my son/ you sound really buggedI wish that you were here /so I could to you givea hug then she gave me/ a long, long talkshe said "you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"when things get rough/ don't sweat itsometimes in life you just have to let itand sing out a song / so strongthat even a bad dream couldn't bring harmto the mind of a young childs battlesformed from the candle light shadowsher voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bedisstill warmbut there's an empty spaceEarly in the mornin/beforeIwashmy facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty minutes/before I fall asleepwhen I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teethThis is the time /when I am forced to think aboutall of the things/ I been tryin to forget aboutThe Bills, the phone, cleanin up my roomthe cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boomalone I remember /the times with me and youand I realize my heart is shakin' up the roomGramma she would tell us /about the glory daysand gramma she would tell us/ about when we were slavesin the livin' room/ pianos outa tuneon top of it the pictures /of every bride and groomchild/ grand child /lost childevery single tear shed / every single smile'cause everybodies got/ alota shit to deal withand life doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel itso shake the dust/ offa your feettake a step forward/ liberate with the beatso for you/ I wrote this songI wanted you to hear it/ before you are gone.the African in me/ the Seminole in meThese are some a things my grandmother gaveto me some believe there are and some believe thereain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)Early in the morn/ before I wash my faceThe bed isstill warmbut there'san empty spaceEarlyin themornin/ before I wash my facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
