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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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The Weeks

Don't Be Sad

 

Don't Be Sad

(album: Easy - 2017)


God took a razor, cut holes in our face
2 to hear, two to see, 2 to smell, one to taste
An unshaking hand with precision and grace
Showing everyone gets lonely sometimes
No one was righteous
We all came out wrong
Some of us were too short too fat or too tall
He kept on cutting and we sewing up cloth
Trying to build someone built for a savior

Don't be sad, we were all thrown away
But there is enough of us crumpled up people
We'll find somebody somebody
Take a look in my bag, it's the meaning of youth
Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes and a dead brown recluse

Please keep me out of your history books
I'll be known for the places and hands that I shook
He cut us to sinner and singers and crooks
But he just couldn't get what he longed for
We wandered around and we learned how to speak
We wanted so badly to pray or to preach
Some all-seeing father so far out of reach
So I didn't even bother trying
Don't be ashamed if you're seeking a friend
It's a beautiful reason to die in the end
It's why we're all here just searching mistakes
A little too much like father
We're destined to be little stains in the paint
You can pick us and chip us and throw us away
But some color will shine through from some yesterday
So you'll never forget where you came from

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