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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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Dazey And The Scouts

Sweet Cis Teen

 

Sweet Cis Teen

(album: Maggot - 2017)


Don't wanna be somebody's mother
Don't wanna be a wife
Tell me I'm all that you're scared of
Call me king dyke
"So are you a boy or are you just your trauma?"
I'm not a broken thing or one or the other

Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen
Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen

I can't leave the house every time I bleed per month
Can't reclaim what you don't know as dysphoria
And I don't hate myself
I'm just a dead name, and you're in my way

Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen
Sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen

To be trans is to be your own pall bearer
To carry the weight of a dead person around with you
My gender can't speak
But even if it could
It'd stay hidden in the corner of every room
Trying to keep quiet anyway
Learn to piece my parts together on an assembly line
Learn to code a language where I am not excluded
If my gender had a pair of arms
It'd point out all the rallies I didn't get the invitation for
How in the second wave we fought for gender equality
And limited the number to two
If my gender could be sold
It wouldn't fit inside the pages of Ms. magazine
If my gender had legs, it would sprint
Catch up with all the progress that feminism is making
All the FUCKING progress that
T.E.R.F. feminism is making

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