Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

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

Ask me question again
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 thread Im holding on for Sandy
My minds things that are going on
Close to the soul and steppin on
people are doing wrong
The can go on and on for ages

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

Dr. Vibe to get hypnotic
Reality thinks the prince be is
The magic seems to be misplaced
I cant see it if its covered in
The best way to keep word is not to give it
I dont make promises promises die
But those who use hate just wont
So why I choose to use my eyes
And comatose

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

Or 'em to the side so you cant realize
only lasts until the scene is through
Approachin this scenario, what you do?
Lose your or try some voodoo
Accept defeat then whats the next
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 me a lie to keep my head straight
But view sets the fronts like an unseen
I like to watch a watcher close and see they might take
A from a tock, a line from a rhyme
A leaf off an elm, a might yell bold
An unseen or what that realm holds
Is nothing, nothing that makes
They walk with small

And I watch the swell up
And into a large brook
Maybe its the of what the tide took
The put together scenes, make it all seem
A pacified pictures, the dream
Till its tried by the spies when they realize
The aint red and the violets aint blue
But those that are swift will pin point the
And elsell think its deja vu
Except the

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