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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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(album: Sticking Fingers Into Sockets - 2007)


I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get caught
Well, then the search is through

And the stories you hear
You know they never add up
I hear the natives fussing at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news

Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting

Now, she's the only one
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail

And in the migrant hotels
They never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumbling like a dirt-clod hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leaving
This pattern's torn and we're weaving
This pattern's torn and we'll weave it

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