Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

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

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

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

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

Or 'em to the side so you cant realize
Illusion only lasts until the scene is
Approachin this scenario, what you do?
Lose noodle or try some voodoo
defeat 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 my head straight
But sets the fronts like an unseen crime
I like to watch a watcher close and see what might take
A from a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a move might yell
An realm or what that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing makes sense
They with 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 when realize
The rose aint red and the violets blue
But those that are will pin point the trip
And everybody elsell think its vu
Except the

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