Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

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

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

Dr. Vibe tends to get
Reality thinks the be is erotic
The magic wand seems to be
I cant see it if its covered in
The best way to keep your is not to give it
I dont make 'cause promises die
But those who use hate just wont
So thats why I choose to use my
And stay

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A positive and negative on your brain
Whatever remains, stays the same
Results from an inside or perspective
Other that persona snaps under strain
But what remains to be is
How you chose to use time
And still the blank calculations unclear
Of whether your text can catch these

Or toss 'em to the side so you realize
Illusion only until the scene is through
Approachin this scenario, what 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 lies
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 they take
A tick a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move might yell
An unseen or what that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing that makes
They walk small talk

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

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