Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

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

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

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

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

Or toss 'em to the so you cant realize
Illusion only lasts until the is through
Approachin this scenario, what you do?
Lose your noodle or try some
Accept then whats the next phase
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 keep my straight
But view sets the fronts like an unseen
I like to watch a watcher close and see what might take
A tick a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move might bold
An unseen realm or that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing that sense
They walk small talk

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

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