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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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Manic Street Preachers

Running Out Of Fantasy

 

Running Out Of Fantasy

(album: Rewind The Film - 2013)


My eco-system is based on hatred
My DNA remains untested
I hate the tyranny of the Sun
It always rises, always comes down

I'm running out of fantasy

I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?

I'm running out of fantasy

The dying fall of my sentences
The magic of lost consequences
The seduction of a fading power
In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere

I'm running out of fantasy

I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?

I'm running out of fantasy

I'm revealing myself in layers
Exposing a core to the inner eye
Drawn deep into some distant episodes
I don't know whether to laugh or cry

Running out of fantasy

The obsession with change has bled my dry
My fantasy forever locked inside
The obsession with change has bled my dry

The obsession with change has bled my dry
My fantasy forever locked inside
The obsession with change has bled my dry

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?