Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

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

Dennis Rodman]
Changed my hair green, and all of a
People looked at me like I was the
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