Lirik Lagu July, July! - The Decemberists
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
there is a road that meets the roadthat goes to my houseand how it green grows thereand we've got special bootsto beat the path to my houseand it's careful and it's careful when i'm there
and i say your uncle was a crooked french canadianand he was gut-shot runnin ginand how his guts were all suspended in his fingersand how he held 'emhow he held 'em held, 'em in
and the water rolls down the drain, the water rolls down the drain, o what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!
july, july, july! never seemed so strange
this is the story of the road that goes to my houseand what ghosts there do remainand all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my houseand the chickens how they rattle chicken chains
and we'll remember this when we are old and ancientthough the specifics might be vagueand i'll say your camisole was sprightly light magentawhen in fact it was a nappy blueish grey
and the water rolls down the drainthe blood rolls down the drainoh what a lonely thingin a blood red drain
july, july, july! it never seemed so strange
and i say your uncle was a crooked french canadianand he was gut-shot runnin ginand how his guts were all suspended in his fingersand how he held 'emhow he held 'em held, 'em in
and the water rolls down the drain, the water rolls down the drain, o what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!
july, july, july! never seemed so strange
this is the story of the road that goes to my houseand what ghosts there do remainand all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my houseand the chickens how they rattle chicken chains
and we'll remember this when we are old and ancientthough the specifics might be vagueand i'll say your camisole was sprightly light magentawhen in fact it was a nappy blueish grey
and the water rolls down the drainthe blood rolls down the drainoh what a lonely thingin a blood red drain
july, july, july! it never seemed so strange
