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Lirik Lagu The Manuscript - Taylor Swift

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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.
Now and then she re-reads the manuscriptOf the entire torrid affairThey compared their licensesHe said, "I'm not a donor butI'd give you my heart if you needed it"She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional"He said, "No, just a Good Samaritan"He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation wasSoon they'd be pushing strollersBut soon it was over
In the age of him she wished she was thirtyAnd made coffee every morning in a French pressAfterward she only ate kids' cerealAnd couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bedThen she dated boys who were her own ageWith dartboards on the backs of their doorsShe thought about how he saidSince she was so wise beyond her yearsEverything had been above boardShe wasn't sure
And the years passed like scenes of a showThe professor said to write what you knowLooking backwards might be the only wayTo move forwardThen the actors were hitting their marksAnd the slow dance was alight with the sparksAnd the tears fell in synchronicity with the scoreAnd at lastShe knew what the agony had been for
The only thing that's left is the manuscriptOne last souvenir from my trip to your shoresNow and then I re-read the manuscriptBut the story isn't mine anymore