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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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Bad Religion

Who We Are (B-Side)

 

Who We Are (B-Side)

(album: Process Of Belief - 2002)


It's cold again, it looks like rain.
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian,
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so.

Better than who we are with mania
And yearning for and learning from,
Better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge.

A cigarette, a memory,
All connections to the permanent are burning.
The pedestal gets in the way
And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny.

Better than who we are with mania
Or standing for or dead against,
Better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge.

Do you feel the chill of December
In the rioting of Spring?
And are we made of something better than clay?
A leap, a fight, a secret rite,
The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming.

Better than who we are with mania
And yearning for and learning from,
Better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge.
Oh, sweet revenge...

done

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