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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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A Certain Type Of Genius

 

A Certain Type Of Genius


there is a certain type of genius
who is proud to know so much
he skipped a thousand showers
cause he doesn't need to touch
he hides his bastard faces
behind thick panes of glass
they're all that seperates him
from the apish lower class
and the stench of love keeps sneaking up his nose
through all the snot his sinuses can hold
believing all the lies that he's been told
grows old, so old

a friday night alone with friends
he's got but one or two
they're geniuses like him, you see
nothing like all of you
they banter and they languish
with all ostentatious plea
they're all so trendy and which
they're underground machines

and he wont be there when jesus comes around
he'll write a book on what his studies found
and deep inside he'll learn to fear the sound
of hope, of hope

he says why should i even try
i will let the oil soak in my face
until the pimples shine
like tiny mountains set in place
this lonely valley, mine
between the hills of opulence
they grow with strength and time
scarlet clusters spring from skin
to hide my missing spots

and he wont be there when jesus comes around
he'll write a book on what his studies found
And deep inside he'll want to hear the sound
of hope, of hope

when the world stabs you in the back
the worst thing you could do
is become indifferent to
there is no 'they'
no idiot brigade
only a thousand yous
equally as bruised

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