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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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Consequence Of Nonaction

 

Consequence Of Nonaction

(album: Moh Lhean - 2017)


I was built into the form of a man
By nothing if you believe that
That I'm not looking for nothing in nobody's eyes is a lie
Long to be seen in my silence
After the years of shyness
That I'm not looking for nothing in nobody's eyes is a lie

You keep your wants registered with committees in your mind
Each empty breath a record of what isn't there
Will I be counted out among those from you taken
Slowly your scalp spits a cowlick for me
Over years spread out as a dull persistent feeling
As something you forgot, that might've never been

In the hole on the Alcatraz tour
You were scared to touch the walls
You were scared to touch the floor
Oh I want to touch your pulse
I want to touch your core
And I hide in your pores like a puss
No, I want more

Phone number like a misdealt hand in euchre
You're all the way more beautiful than a photograph of you
Don't dig out that mote again
Well I still need something
And it might be you

Don't dig out that mote again
Don't dig out
Don't dig out that mote again
Don't dig out
Don't dig out that mote again

You can take this lonesome token
And toss it in the ocean
But hear me now weary in my tongue
Hold it in your hand
Hide it from the wind
Sleep with it like a secret
And its wages will root deep beneath it

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