Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Mike
I'm thinking God
Is it a he or a she or a feeling or
she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment
Or did she set the universe in motion and then on?
To try to top her
Maybe this wasn't an achievement at all
our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases
Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our
Are all a rehearsal before the show
A before the mural, a stretch before the jump
she love me? Does God know I'm here?
I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking sex
I've holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"
But after 10PM now and I'm bored
I watched a on the internet alone and now it's over
I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile
It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, I've just thinking about you ;)"
"Haha, really random, I seen you in so long. What made you think about me?"
"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm about sex"
I'm about horses, they're so goddamn regal
muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean
Magnificent
But why the fuck do they to us?
They're so much stronger than they
But they trade their for a dependable meal
let people get on top of them and tell them where to go
But how can I
Is not exactly what I do?
Is that not what we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm thinking dad
He's 70 and just starting to get old
are gonna change soon
I don't feel ready for the that's coming soon
I am on the beach watching the tsunami grow
From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal
I am not moving, I am not
I am not scared, I am not wearing
I am standing on the beach waiting for the
And dad taught me about and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a that you read and forgot about
I don't love and I don't sacrifice
And was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm thinking death
What if this plane down?
would be okay, you know, I had a good run
I if a lot of people would come to my funeral
Maybe my fans do something special
Maybe cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the News
Probably not the New York
People'll probably like my music when I die
they'll know no more is coming
You see, people love stories endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on
Page by page, by year
But people want an ending, they a crash
They a ear in the fucking mail
I have one
All I have is another lousy
And the knowledge that probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this gonna crash
I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking Kurt
I'm thinking Dilla, I'm thinking about

[Outro: Dennis
my hair green, and all of a sudden
People looked at me like I was the
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