Luyện nghe bài hát Comatose

Pas quand jetais une solitaire, jai puieppe
Oh, mind me, man, Im just rhyming here
Its an old one that no one knows
the way it goes
Kisses directions through my mind every
Guess he likes to collect hickies, I dunno
I remain the same, anyways
So

Ask me that again
Who am I? am I?
Look at my face, the eyes lie
If I was with a tongue used for fun
Id a look at myself and ask myself why I got a thread
A thread that Im holding on for
My minds things that are going on
to the soul and actually steppin on
These are doing wrong
The list can go on and on for

up through mazes
As lost as a meal thats to a panther
I keep my on those who pass by
They look to P.M. Dawn the for the answer
mercy me till I see
The end of the human is grand prix
Mr. Red I pose a threat
Yeah, Id like to see him

Dr. Vibe to get hypnotic
Reality the prince be is erotic
The magic wand seems to be
I cant see it if its covered in
The way to keep your word is not to give it
I make promises 'cause promises die
But those who use just wont participate
So thats why I choose to use my
And comatose

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A positive and impression on your brain
Whatever remains, whatever the same
Results an inside view or perspective
Other than that persona under strain
But what remains to be is
How you to use your time
And the point blank calculations unclear
Of whether your text can catch these

Or toss 'em to the side so you realize
Illusion only until the scene is through
Approachin this scenario, would you do?
your noodle or try some voodoo
Accept defeat whats the next phase
Rely on the brave, on the copious
The of any victory lies
In the organization of the non-obvious in a

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So they me a lie to keep my head straight
But view the fronts like an unseen crime
I like to watch a close and see what they might take
A from a tock, a line from a rhyme
A off an elm, a move might yell bold
An unseen realm or what that realm
Is nothing, that makes sense
They walk with talk

And I the consequence swell up
And overflow into a brook
its the undertow of what the tide took
The put together scenes, make it all clean
A pacified pictures, the life-fiend
Till its tried by the spies when they realize
The rose red and the violets aint blue
But those that are swift will pin the trip
And everybody elsell think its vu
Except the

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