Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

Pas quand une femme solitaire, jai puieppe
Oh, never mind me, man, Im just rhyming
Its an old one that no one knows
Thats the way it
directions through my mind every time
Guess he likes to collect hickies, I dunno
I remain the same, anyways
So

Ask me question again
Who am I? am I?
Look at my face, the dont lie
If I was with a tongue used for fun
Id take a look at myself and ask myself why I got a
A thread that Im on for Sandy
My minds taking that are going on
Close to the soul and actually on
people are doing wrong
The list can go on and on for

up through mazes
As lost as a meal pushed to a panther
I keep my eyes on those who by
They to P.M. Dawn the quest for the answer
Mercy mercy me I see
The end of the race is grand prix
Mr. Red knows I a threat
Yeah, Id like to see him

Dr. tends to get hypnotic
Reality thinks the be is erotic
The magic seems to be misplaced
I cant see it if its in lace
The best way to keep your word is not to it
I dont promises 'cause promises die
But those who use just wont participate
So why I choose to use my eyes
And stay

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A positive and negative impression on your
Whatever remains, stays the same
Results from an inside view or
Other than that persona under strain
But what to be seen is
How you chose to use time
And still the point blank calculations
Of your text can catch these lines

Or toss 'em to the so you cant realize
Illusion lasts until the scene is through
Approachin this scenario, what you do?
Lose your noodle or try voodoo
Accept defeat then whats the next
on the brave, rely on the copious
The secret of any victory
In the organization of the in a comatose

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So they tell me a lie to keep my straight
But view the fronts like an unseen crime
I to watch a watcher close and see what they might take
A tick from a tock, a line from a
A off an elm, a move might yell bold
An realm or what that realm holds
Is nothing, that makes sense
They walk small talk

And I watch the swell up
And overflow a large brook
Maybe its the of what the tide took
The put together scenes, make it all seem
A pictures, the life-fiend dream
its tried by the spies thats when they realize
The rose red and the violets aint blue
But those that are swift will pin point the
And everybody elsell its deja vu
Except the

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