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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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Marionette

 

Marionette

(album: Old Souls - 2015)


Cheer the sad puppeteer,
Who constantly tugs as he snickers and sneers.
Frantically wiping his tears.

I'm always dancing in tandem with his teardrops so pained.
To the weeping; I shamefully lend out my frame.
Contortedly pulled to the centre of stage.

A re-enactment of his tragedy. Again and again.
Some abstracted form of attraction. Over and over again.

A marionette, I play my part.
The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part.

Dance to the beat of his tears.

His story had chilled me, haunting my guilty ways.
He wept for days over a picture frame;
scrawling to pages, his play.

A marionette, I play my part.
The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part.

Dance to the beat of his tears.
I watched his comfort turn to pain as he scowled his reflection.
How long had he been locked away? Had it turned him insane?

"Shatter the frame. It mirrors my pain. It's not me it's not me, I say."
A reflection of age. "Watch me shatter and break."

"This world was never meant for me, Keep me locked away.
This world was never meant for me. The show must go on."

The sad puppeteer he will stay.

done

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