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 eyes out a warning
will be another morning, afternoon and tonight

Fuck long hours sick singing
Sick with singing the same
In the walls, they'll be drinking
cash my check and drink along

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

And now with nothing to
turned 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 stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet against
let all these fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths open, but we set them sighing
take them flying

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

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