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

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

Fuck long hours 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 care how long been
It has been so many years, I my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
They only bloom on what was
And it grew, the grew

And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my glass
Where I'll burn, you think I'm
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

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

And we'll take this man left almost out
we're pretty sure he needs a hand
He he can't stand
And when we 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 forgets the way
Real sometimes are

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