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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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Armored Saint

Envy

 

Envy

(album: March Of The Saint - 1984)


I see you hand in hand with my worst enemy
I can't show the anger that I feel or the jealousy
About all I can do is watch
And wish that he hadn't caught
What I had my hands almost on
But now I'm so far gone

Envy I feel, envy I feel, envy I feel

I could end things really quick
With a bullet right to his head
But she was the one who left me
So I should get you both instead

But would I really be glad
To know I gave her the sack
And be in prison for life
Over foolish spite
Envy I feel, envy I feel, envy I feel no
Envy I feel, envy I feel, envy I feel

It's a waste-envy I feel
To live with such haste-envy I feel
For just a pretty face-envy I feel no more

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