Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

Pas quand jetais une femme solitaire, jai
Oh, never me, man, Im just rhyming here
Its an old one that no one knows
Thats the way it
Kisses 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 a smooth tongue used for fun
Id take a at myself and ask myself why I got a thread
A that Im holding on for Sandy
My taking things that are going on
Close to the soul and steppin on
These people are doing
The can go on and on for ages

Tangled up through
As lost as a meal thats to a panther
I my eyes on those who pass by
They look to P.M. Dawn the for the answer
Mercy mercy me I see
The end of the human race is prix
Mr. Red I pose a threat
Yeah, Id like to see him

Dr. Vibe to get hypnotic
Reality thinks the be is erotic
The magic wand to be misplaced
I cant see it if its in lace
The way to keep your word is not to give it
I dont make promises promises die
But those who use hate wont participate
So thats why I choose to use my
And comatose

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A positive and negative impression on your
Whatever remains, stays the same
Results from an inside or perspective
Other than persona snaps under strain
But what remains to be 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
only lasts until the scene is through
Approachin scenario, what would you do?
Lose noodle or try some voodoo
Accept defeat then the next phase
Rely on the brave, 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 sets the fronts like an unseen crime
I like to watch a watcher close and see they might take
A tick from a tock, a from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move might yell
An unseen realm or what that realm
Is nothing, nothing makes sense
They walk with talk

And I watch the consequence up
And into a large brook
Maybe its the undertow of what the tide
The put scenes, make it all seem clean
A pacified pictures, the dream
Till its by the spies thats when they realize
The aint red and the violets aint blue
But those that are swift will pin the trip
And everybody elsell think its vu
Except the

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