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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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The Matches

Scratched Out

 

Scratched Out

(album: E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals - 2004)


Wake up and waste a day
Chase away
A day at a time and waste away
Clean-faced today, clean taste of yay
Toothpaste makes my orange juice sour
Waste an hour or so
My shower is slow
The flowers that grow
Outside of my window
Are blooming I'm assuming
That you're coming over soon
It's almost half past four
And you called here at noon
'Cause there's a picture that you wanna see
Now I'm not even good at being me anymore

She got nicotine-basted lungs
Wasted thumbs
And one of them asphalt-tasting tongues
She wakes up to alarm
Her make-up is still on
And she can't remember why she set the damn thing
Her heart is a machine
Art is meant to be seen
Not felt, not heard
It's just paint they're just words
And fingers are for feeling
Fists are for beating
Scabs are for healing
And blood is for bleeding
That's just how I used to be
But I'm not even good at being me anymore

I wake up and waste an hour
Pace and glower
At the TV set wasting power
And aching in my head
I'm banking in the red
And compulsively charging cd's to my account
So come out Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait
Now it's too late in the day for a matinee
And I ain't got the money to pay for you anyway
What should I say?
I know it ain't how it used to be
But I'm not good at being me anymore

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