Luyện nghe bài hát Debate Exposes Doubt

The workin' days were propping the bar quietly the week
And I was in a corner booth thinking, to read
About the impossibility of one to love
The words that we drive into the
Their repetition starts to their meaning

Then got frighteningly still
As they entered and the floor
And I tried to my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
But all of the parts are the same on every face, few change
The differences pale when compared to the they share

Finally there is clarity and there is after all
But every night the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side
there is clarity, this tiny life is making sense
And every numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering