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
There be another morning, afternoon and tonight

Fuck long hours sick singing
with singing the same song
In the walls, soon be drinking
cash my check and drink along

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

And now with to consume
turned on me in my glass room
Where burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

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

And take this man left almost passed out
Cause we're pretty he needs a hand
He says he stand
And when we him up
He asks us where this ship land
But he knows we it isn't coming down
He knows we we'll fly so far
Til stars hold him in all around
Til he forgets the
Til he the crawling way
people sometimes are

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