Luyện nghe bài hát i'm thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike
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[Verse: Posner]
I'm about 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 and then 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 sketch before the mural, a stretch the jump
Does she love me? God know I'm here?
I'm thinking God, I'm thinking about sex
I've been holy all day and 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 radius
It's a terrible thing deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling, just been 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 about sex"
I'm thinking about horses, so goddamn regal
Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little
Magnificent
But why the fuck do listen to us?
They're so much stronger than they
But they trade their freedom for a dependable
They let people get on top of them and tell where to go
But how can I
Is that not exactly I do?
Is that not exactly we all do?
I'm thinking about
I'm about dad
He's 70 and he's just to get old
Things are change soon
I don't feel ready for the change that's soon
I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami
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 on the beach waiting for the tsunami
And dad taught me about and sacrifice
But that's sort of like a that you read and forgot about
'Cause I love and I don't sacrifice
And youth was my excuse for that, but excuse is getting old
I'm gay
I'm thinking dad
I'm thinking about
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 do something special
they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper
Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit
not the New York Times
People'll like my music more when I die
'Cause they'll know no is coming
You see, love stories with endings
Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's on slowly
Page by page, by year
But want an ending, they want a crash
They want a ear in the mail
I have one
All I have is another lousy
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere and decrepit in a nursing home
I don't think this plane's gonna
I'm about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt
I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking

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