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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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Elvenking

Not My Final Song

 

Not My Final Song

(album: Two Tragedy Poets (...And A Caravan Of Weird Figures) - 2008)


I am looking around, laid down in my coffin
See faces with tears in their eyes
But hey wasn't that her?
And I also see the guy who used to hate me so much?

And I don't need mourning laments
To be sincere you can kiss my ass
If you had to tell me something
I can do nothing, now I'm dead and gone

I'm singing proud my final song
Dedicated to the ones still living
I'm singing loud my final song
For the ones who have ears to hear

Don't you think it's sardonic?
You're considered a great one
But no one has shaken your hand
I don't wanna end up like Poe or Van Gogh
Not knowing what they'd have become

So listen, I don't want your tears when I'm gone
Please smile at me till I'm still fond
Call me a cynic, have passed all the limits
But now I'm here...

...Singing proud my final song
Dedicated to the ones still living
I'm singing loud my final song
For the ones who have ears to hear

This is not my final song
More words and notes are in my pocket
This is not my final song
There are more stories to tell

Life often offers unreal circumstances
A theatre of souls, a circus of dances
Everything does happen for a real reason
I surely don't know, I'm victim of treason

This funeral march starts to be boring
This coffin is narrow, the suit is too sober
Pass me my hat and my broken guitar
And sing me this final song bizarre

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