Luyện nghe bài hát Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel

Pull the shades, let's kill the morning
Let's the morning, let it die
Well, your flash out a warning
There be another morning, afternoon and tonight

Fuck long sick with singing
Sick singing the same song
In the walls, soon be drinking
Let's cash my check and along

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
you win on every issue
Now, can I you
Don't you how long it's been
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
They bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the fire

And now with to consume
It's on me in my glass room
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

So, take me, I'm yours, morning
Sparkling line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces into me
The warmth from the space lights the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take flying

And we'll take this man almost passed out
Cause we're pretty sure he a hand
He says he can't
And we pick him up
He asks us where this ship will
But he knows we know it isn't down
He we know we'll fly so far
Til finally stars hold him in all
Til he the ground
Til he the crawling way
Real people are

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