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 anyways
the way it goes
Kisses directions my mind every time
Guess he likes to collect hickies, I dunno
I remain the same, comatose
So

Ask me that 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 look at and ask myself why I got a thread
A thread that Im holding on for
My minds taking that are going on
Close to the soul and steppin on
These people are doing
The can go on and on for ages

up through mazes
As lost as a meal thats pushed to a
I keep my eyes on those who by
They look to P.M. Dawn the quest for the
Mercy me till I see
The end of the human is grand prix
Mr. Red I pose a threat
Yeah, Id to see him sweat

Dr. Vibe tends to get
Reality the prince 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 make promises 'cause die
But those who use hate just wont
So thats why I choose to use my
And stay

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A and negative impression on your brain
Whatever remains, whatever the same
Results from an inside or perspective
Other that persona snaps 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 side so you realize
Illusion only until the scene is through
Approachin scenario, what would you do?
your noodle or try some voodoo
Accept then whats the next phase
Rely on the brave, rely on the
The secret of any victory
In the organization of the non-obvious in a

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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 a watcher close and see what they might take
A tick a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move might yell
An unseen realm or that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing makes sense
They walk small talk

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

Yeah oo
Yeah oo
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Yeah oo

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