Lirik Lagu Gloves - The Horrors
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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.
Today I found a baby's gloveLying on the drainage board so stillYesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a womanThe next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collectionAll lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doorsNow I have no room for my obsessionLined up and labelled in neat little packetsThe next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think aboutI'll think twice before I pick it up this timeSince I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged toAnd I'll twice before I pick it up this timeI thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged toThe next time I saw one I had that itching sensationbut my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take itAnd through wax seals and padlocks...A hand through my ribcagePast the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushingI imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages,forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher,feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...and I couldn't take it any more, I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here,and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go..
