By rote

Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco We swear by rote for want of more Heave away! Santiano!

It's easy to love like the whole normal world does It's easy to live the life by rote You know it very well

We'll reach as far as San Francisco We swear by rote for want of more Heave away! Santiano!

To weep wearing tails, about sadness, from weakness. To weep while ad libbing, to weep by rote. To lament all the sleeplessness, weep throughout the day!

but we have to broaden ourselves and venture into other territories 'cause 90% of school activity is learning by rote with no inner substantiation of those things we need, like courage, intuition,

What causes my trouble Daddy wants me to memorize The longsome recitation of verbs by rote But I say that candies

And it's time for us to leave her We swear by rote for want of more "Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"

but I was never taught my human rights Apparently there’s 30, do you know them? I don’t Why the hell can’t we both recite them by rote?!

The sex is wounded Your arms are routineness The joys always mindlessly, by rote Give up on me, give up

And it's time for us to leave her We swear by rote for want of more "Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"

The nights aren't nights and the days already aren't days i dress by rote the shirts with the strains

Hey! Clench your teeth, fly to arms! Forget everything you used to learn by rote: Today, if you've survived, believe yourself to be the winner!

What causes my trouble Daddy means for me to memorize The longsome recitation of verbs by rote But I say that candies

As none has care of divided love. I know each shadow of your lips by rote, Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows;

Each student should learn to love the truth and search for the truth and tell the truth. In the past the curricula and methods of our secondary schools have been very poorly adapted to this end. As in their earlier training, students learned mainly by rote; they ...

Not that brave, seems, not that full, When you step forward - Vilnius is shrinking, And what is the most charming - you know it by rote, care, but poorly enough It is - your records, yearbooks, chronicles,

The divine height! The divine woe! I see the dull waters' agitated bosom And dim sky, known to me by rote.

your relation with your old friends gets weak your call him/her over and over and you learn his/her number by rote you learn every place that you've been there with him/her by rote you spend the whole nights with your phone

The lover's whisper, all around By rote I know, Experience of twenty two years

Happiness or woe - I know nothing by rote, Roll a beaver in lush talma,