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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 Front Bottoms

Paris

 

Paris

(album: You Are Who You Hang Out With - 2023)


A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris

We all want something simple
Happy and sad at the same time
Broken but still fixable
The language you were speaking, it was not mine
You help me understand
You're talking with your hands
If we keep it simple
Then we'll get it right

A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris

A couple million bucks or so
You heard I'm tryna sell my soul
You thought you could depend on me
To pull you back and then set you free
Not even with the oil pastels
Not even with the blending techniques
Could I recreate how it felt?
I believe it was different for me

A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris

A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
Jesus
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris
Jesus, Jesus
I feel like I'm in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I'm in Paris

I feel like
I feel like
Jesus, Jesus
I feel like I'm in Paris
I feel like I'm in Paris
I feel like I'm in Paris
Jesus
I feel like I'm in Paris
Jesus

done

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