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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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Penelope Scott

Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege

 

Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege

(album: The Junkyard 2 - 2020)


Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place

But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong

And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore

When the clock strikes three nineteen
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life's ceased to be

The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides

I've never felt anything like it
Heard my lungs scream like that before
Felt such a tear in my aorta
That it spilled all of the light I ever saw
Across the floor

I couldn't wrap my head around it
How such a nightmare could be real
And despite all of my bullshit
Nothing could stop it
Not God
Not sex
Not white hot fear

And there's no shame in sleeping later
No shame at all in sleeping more
None at all in being such a goddamn filthy Clorax-huffing whore
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore

When the clock strikes five nineteen
I'll watch you sink into the sea
And I will feel for a split second that
Life has ceased to be

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