Lirik Lagu Inverigo - Thea Gilmore
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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.
We are late like a midnight train that’s running nowhereWe are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot airWe are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair
There’s computers clicking binary genius into the nightThere are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsightThere's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight
We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rainWe are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophaneWe are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same
There's a motorway service station on a January dayThere's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they playThere's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe
We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown oldWe are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools goldWe are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told
There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinetThere is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabetThere's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yetThere's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
There’s computers clicking binary genius into the nightThere are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsightThere's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight
We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rainWe are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophaneWe are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same
There's a motorway service station on a January dayThere's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they playThere's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe
We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown oldWe are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools goldWe are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told
There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinetThere is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabetThere's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yetThere's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
