Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

Ask me that again
Who am I? am I?
Look at my face, the dont lie
If I was with a smooth tongue 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 actually on
people are doing wrong
The list can go on and on for

Tangled up mazes
As lost as a meal thats pushed to a
I keep my on those who pass 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 knows I pose a
Yeah, Id like to see him

Dr. Vibe tends to get
Reality the prince be is erotic
The magic seems to be misplaced
I cant see it if its covered in
The best way to keep your 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 stay

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

Or toss 'em to the side so you realize
Illusion only lasts until the scene is
Approachin this scenario, would you do?
your noodle or try some voodoo
Accept defeat then whats the next
on the brave, rely on the copious
The secret of any victory
In the of the non-obvious in a comatose

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So they tell me a lie to my head straight
But sets the fronts like an unseen crime
I like to watch a watcher close and see what 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 that sense
They walk small talk

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

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