Musica de Anana Kaye del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Anana Kaye tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Chorus]
Lie, lie, lie
Lie to me, angel
Lie, lie, lie
With all of your might
Lie, lie, lie
Like it matters
If you're gonna lie to me
Lie to me right
[Verse 1]
I am no hero
I am no saint
I got nothin' to lose
And I got nothin' to gain
The truth is for sale
And I don't have a dime
I'd tell you my future
But I don't have the time, time, time, time
[Chorus]
Lie, lie, lie
Lie to me, angel
Lie, lie, lie
With all of your might
Lie, lie, lie
Like it matters
If you're gonna lie to me
Lie to me right
[Piano Solo]
[Verse 2]
I know why I'm here
And you know it too
No more excuses
They never were true
You know what you think
And I know what I feel
We can't make it right
Let's make it real, real, real, real
[Chorus]
Lie, lie, lie
Lie to me angel
Lie, lie, lie
With all of your might
Lie, lie, lie
Like it matters
If you're gonna lie to me
Lie to me right
If you're gonna lie to me
Lie to me right
If you're gonna lie to me
Lie to me right
[Post-Chorus]
Lie to me right
Oh, lie to me, angel
Lie to me, angel
Lie to me right
Lie to me right
[Outro]
Blow, winds, blow, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder
Strike flat the thick rotundity of the world!
Crack nature's mould, an germens spill at once
That makes ungrateful man!