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 will be morning, afternoon and tonight

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

Old times, hello, hey, missed you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you
you care how long it's been
It has been so many years, I lived my
But in bed, it led me through
They only bloom on what was
And it grew, the fire

And now nothing to consume
It's turned on me in my glass
I'll burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

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

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

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