Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

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

Tangled up mazes
As lost as a thats pushed to a panther
I keep my on those who pass 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 pose a
Yeah, Id to see him sweat

Dr. tends to get hypnotic
thinks the prince be is erotic
The magic seems 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 promises die
But who use hate just wont participate
So thats why I to use my eyes
And stay

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A and negative impression on your brain
Whatever remains, stays the same
Results from an view or perspective
than that persona snaps under strain
But remains to be seen is
How you chose to use your
And still the point blank calculations
Of whether your text can catch lines

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

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So they me a lie to keep my head straight
But view the fronts 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 might yell bold
An unseen realm or what realm holds
Is nothing, nothing makes sense
They walk with small

And I watch the consequence up
And overflow into a large
Maybe its the undertow of what the tide
The put together scenes, make it all seem
A pacified pictures, the life-fiend
Till its by the spies thats when they realize
The rose aint red and the violets aint
But those that are swift will pin the trip
And elsell think its deja vu
Except the

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