Luyện nghe bài hát Mirage

Violet was tickling my
out just the right amount of soul
I wonder if it makes me too old

that a stellar or a candy
Seems as if I'm down a pole
Swept them to the stack of notes

I sing about
Whatever the they want
the fuck they want
And
I'm so
Mirage
Painting my drops on
And on...

Staring through the of a wig store
Crying through the credits of a
That you've a bunch of times before

An inch away from on cocoa
Shame that she's that girl you used to
her, but we had to let her go

We sing songs
the fuck they want
Whatever the fuck they
And
so blue
Anna-Marie
Painting our drops on
And on...

Anna-Marie
Shooting a collage
Piñata paper
I don't where she starts
And I

Dress me like the front of a
Push me down another hole
Touch me I'm gonna turn to gold

She's like a million other people
That you'll never get to know
And it feels as if swallowing me whole

We sing songs
the fuck she wants
Whatever the she wants
And
We're so
Anna-Marie
paintin