Lirik Lagu Asleep At The Wheel - The Wallflowers
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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.
Do you ever stop to count all the invitationsAt the end of the day when it comes down to one decisionOf dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,Someone young in the winds of a revolutionTrying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.Unlike you who seem bred from corruptionFeeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connectionTo be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexionThen she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,With a face full of mud even though you were only jokingAs if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'Every engine burns as a sign of the explosionLocked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,Someone young in the winds of a revolutionTrying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.Unlike you who seem bred from corruptionFeeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connectionTo be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexionThen she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,With a face full of mud even though you were only jokingAs if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'Every engine burns as a sign of the explosionLocked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel,No windshield,But you know that the streetsHere don't change
