Luyện nghe bài hát In Quintessence

He smokes himself into vision
Leaves his mind on an
he's invented imagination
Says that God is relation

He his cigarette burning on the desk
His and magazines make up such a mess
up in bed transistor on his chest
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He and his sit around all evening
Leaving laughter upon the ceiling
Seems so funny yet it leaves me
Then I find it's the morning

He says his lives too far away
at a friend's house or on holiday
His of romance hides itself away
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A 15 year browse through life
Is fine with his quintessence safe and in mind
Life's an adolescence from to time
With us all in

In the with his book and tissue
All he can do is to miss you
Closes his eyes as he sees her
Pulls funny and that's his hobby

On the other hand love ain't a word
On the hand love ain't a piece of skirt
for something special in your football shirt
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