Lirik Lagu One Hundred Years - The Cure
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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.
It doesn't matter if we all dieAmbition in the back of a black carIn a high building there is so much to doGoing home timeA story on the radioSomething small falls out of your mouthAnd we laughA prayer for something betterA prayerFor something better
Please love meMeet my motherBut the fear takes holdCreeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blowWaiting for the death blowWaiting for the death blowStroking your hair as the patriots are shotFighting for freedom on the televisionSharing the world with slaughtered pigsHave we got everything?She struggles to get away . . .
The painAnd the creeping feelingA little black haired girlWaiting for SaturdayThe death of her father pushing herPushing her white face into the mirrorAching inside meAnd turn me roundJust like the old daysJust like the old daysJust like the old daysJust like the old days
Caressing an old manAnd painting a lifeless faceJust a piece of new meat in a clean roomThe soldiers close in under a yellow moonAll shadows and deliveranceUnder a black flagA hundred years of bloodCrimsonThe ribbon tightens round my throatI open my mouthAnd my head bursts openA sound like a tiger thrashing in the waterThrashing in the waterOver and overWe die one after the otherOver and overWe die one after the otherOne after the otherOne after the otherOne after the otherOne after the other
It feels like a hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsOne hundred years
Please love meMeet my motherBut the fear takes holdCreeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blowWaiting for the death blowWaiting for the death blowStroking your hair as the patriots are shotFighting for freedom on the televisionSharing the world with slaughtered pigsHave we got everything?She struggles to get away . . .
The painAnd the creeping feelingA little black haired girlWaiting for SaturdayThe death of her father pushing herPushing her white face into the mirrorAching inside meAnd turn me roundJust like the old daysJust like the old daysJust like the old daysJust like the old days
Caressing an old manAnd painting a lifeless faceJust a piece of new meat in a clean roomThe soldiers close in under a yellow moonAll shadows and deliveranceUnder a black flagA hundred years of bloodCrimsonThe ribbon tightens round my throatI open my mouthAnd my head bursts openA sound like a tiger thrashing in the waterThrashing in the waterOver and overWe die one after the otherOver and overWe die one after the otherOne after the otherOne after the otherOne after the otherOne after the other
It feels like a hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsA hundred yearsOne hundred years
