Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

Ask me that question
Who am I? am I?
Look at my face, the eyes lie
If I was a smooth tongue used for fun
Id take a at myself and ask myself why I got a thread
A that Im holding on for Sandy
My minds taking things are going on
Close to the soul and actually on
These 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 human race is grand
Mr. Red knows I pose a
Yeah, Id to see him sweat

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

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

Or 'em to the side so you cant realize
only lasts until the scene is through
Approachin scenario, what would you do?
your noodle or try some voodoo
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 me a lie to keep my head straight
But view sets the like an unseen crime
I like to watch a watcher close and see they might take
A tick from a tock, a line from a
A leaf off an elm, a move might bold
An unseen or what that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing makes sense
They with small talk

And I watch the consequence up
And overflow into a large
Maybe its the of what the tide took
The put together scenes, it all seem clean
A pictures, the life-fiend dream
Till its tried by the thats when they 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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