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

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

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

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

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

Or toss 'em to the side so you cant
Illusion only lasts the scene is through
this scenario, what would you do?
Lose your or try some voodoo
Accept defeat then the next phase
on the brave, rely on the copious
The of any victory lies
In the organization of the in a comatose

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So they tell me a lie to keep my head
But view sets the fronts like an crime
I like to watch a watcher close and see what they take
A tick a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move yell bold
An unseen realm or what that holds
Is nothing, that makes 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 seem
A pictures, the life-fiend dream
Till its tried by the thats when they realize
The aint red and the violets aint blue
But those that are swift pin point the trip
And everybody think its deja vu
Except the

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