Lirik - Najwa Latif - Kosong

Kau melihat diriku
Seperti sesuatu
Yang mencabar dirimu
Akal dan mindamu
Kau mendustaiku
Kau bilang mereka tak tahu
Siapa diriku
Sedangkan kau juga begitu

Segala kata cacian
Yang telah engkau berikan
Membuatku rasa kosong kosong

Setiap detik diperhatikan
Kau cari cara putar belitkan
Kau jadikan diriku kosong kosong

Kini aku bangkit
Membuktikan yang ku tak sakit
Dengan segala perit yang kau berikan
Kini aku pantas berjalan
Bergerak ke hadapan
Dan akan ku buktikan
Siapa diriku yang sebenar

Oo Oo
Kosong kosong

Segala kata cacian
Yang telah engkau berikan
Membuatku rasa kosong kosong

Setiap detik diperhatikan
Kau cari cara putar belitkan
Kau jadikan diriku kosong kosong

Segala kata cacian
Yang telah engkau berikan
Membuatku rasa kosong kosong

Oo Ooo

Lirik - Najwa Latif - Carta Hati

hmm.. hoo.. haaa.. mmm..

Engkau duduk di situ
Diam tersipu malu
Mahu mendekati aku

Aku mulai resah
Hatiku jadi kebah
Melihat dirimu aku rebah

Tapi hati ini kuat menyatakan
Kau terkini duduk di carta hati
Lalu cinta kita bermula
Dari mata turun ke jiwa
Dari teman menjadi cinta
Dan berjanji untuk setia

Sehidup semati kita
Menjanjikan bahagia
Untuk kita berdua selamanya

hmm.. hoo.. lalala.. mmm..

Jangan engkau jangan pergi
Jangan tinggalku sendiri
Jangan tinggalkan carta hati

Kau janji kan bahagia
Ku janji kau tak terluka
Teruslah berada di carta hati kita

lalalalala.. hooo…
lalalalala.. mmm…

Lyric - Adele - Someone Like You

I heard that you settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,"
Yeah.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

Lyric - Alexandra Stan - Mr Saxobeat

Chorus

You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Play it sweet
Make me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Makes me dance
Brings me up, brings me down
Plays it sweet
Makes me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Play it sweet
Make me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Makes me dance
Brings me up, brings me down
Plays it sweet
Makes me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Male Vocals:

Oh oh oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh

Bridge:

Hey, sexy boy, set me free
Don’t be so shy, play with me
My dirty boy, can’t you see
That you belong next to me
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Hey, sexy boy, set me free
Don’t be so shy, play with me
My dirty boy, can’t you see
You are the one I need

Chorus

You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Play it sweet
Make me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Makes me dance
Brings me up, brings me down
Plays it sweet
Makes me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Male vocals:

Oh oh oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh
Oh oh eh hm yeah eh
Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh

Chorus

You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Play it sweet
Make me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

Makes me dance
Brings me up, brings me down
Plays it sweet
Makes me move like a freak
Mister Saxobeat

You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Mister Saxobeat
You make me dance
Bring me up, bring me down
Mïster Saxobeat

Lyric - Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Robert’s got a quick hand.
He’s looking ’round the room, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things, I don’t even know what.
But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you.

Chorus x2

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He’s coming home late, yeah, he’s coming home late.
And he’s bringing me a surprise.
His dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice.
I’ve waited for a long time.
Yet the slide of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair’s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

Chorus x2

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Run, run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, ru- run, run, run, run.

Whistling

Chorus x3

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.