Lirik Lagu Paris In Flames - Thursday
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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.
Now its time to wrap our fears in the nightAnd on the first day I'll dress this city in flamesAfter the things you sayYou hate me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old idealsThere is no headline to read at nightWhen the record slips and you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separationAnd we watch our lives bleed out through our handsThats how it was on the first dayWe saw Paris in Flames
I think it's going to rain, rain down
Here in this collapsed lung of a boroughThere is no sunlightThe sunlight is manufactured in a windowless roomDistant and incoherentBusinessmen hang themselves
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendoThe needle is a vectorAn intersection that well all must crossA dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the wallsDiscard this messageBurn this city down
Discard this messageThrow this bottle back in the oceanRip this page from the history booksSmash all the street signsErase all the mapsForget my nameForget my faceBecause it's going to rainAnd it never ends
Still you won't let go of old idealsThere is no headline to read at nightWhen the record slips and you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separationAnd we watch our lives bleed out through our handsThats how it was on the first dayWe saw Paris in Flames
I think it's going to rain, rain down
Here in this collapsed lung of a boroughThere is no sunlightThe sunlight is manufactured in a windowless roomDistant and incoherentBusinessmen hang themselves
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendoThe needle is a vectorAn intersection that well all must crossA dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the wallsDiscard this messageBurn this city down
Discard this messageThrow this bottle back in the oceanRip this page from the history booksSmash all the street signsErase all the mapsForget my nameForget my faceBecause it's going to rainAnd it never ends
