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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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Kevin Devine

Ballgame

 

Ballgame

(album: Make The Clocks Move - 2003)


A good man doesn't drink
And I've been drinking alone
So what does that make me?

My hands they always shake
And no one's calling my phone
So what does that make me?

And I know the kid with his guitar
So drunk and anxious
Has been done to death
But tell me what hasn't
I'll try it

Because I'm selfish enough
To wanna get better
But I'm backwards enough
Not to take any steps to get there

And when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame

Cause I don't got room in my life
For anyone else
And I've driven away all the
People that could help
And I still don't even know what I
Need to do to fix myself

And there's a clamp around my chest
It tightens every time I lapse into
Another sorry story

About my miserable collapse
A bronze box I keep encased in glass
And dust off whenever I want your pity

Cause lately I've had to come to grips
With scope and figure
How my problems stack up in a world
Two steps from ruin
(Or maybe it's rapture)

Well, either way, I realize that my shit's
About as small as it could be
But that makes me feel worse for even feeling
This bad in the first place

Cause there's a war starting soon, and all
The flags'll be waving
And Daniel's 20-year-old friend will be ready
And willing, and waiting
He's a Marine and he told me

And that makes me sad
Really, really fucking sad
But at least he'll act

I'll just bite my tongue and then say:
"Daniel, you wish him luck"
I pray that he comes back
For his mother's sake, and then I'll drink
Those thoughts away
I've gotten good at that

Cause when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame
Oh oh oh

Yeah when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame

Yeah when you realize it's a pattern
And not a phase
It's what you've become
And it's what you will stay
That's ballgame

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