Luyện nghe bài hát Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

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Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock
7 a. m. sun a failed cherubim dangling from the rafters
Like a sentimental floating midway
Between the of the sky and you

This noose carries what wings can't
Don't you want me disenchanted a deader of sorry
Buried from the neck up in a

Dragging my through the dead air
a fallen chair length from the ground
And when you found me when they finally find me

This fit my throat, halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat
fit my throat, halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat
Halo fit my throat, this fit my throat

I am your contorted angel, writhing at a loss for
Swelled tongues of brighter eyes
A severed spine of better
Like the deafened clicks of a lipped off the beat pendulum

I just wanted to be more than enough of
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant myself breathing
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant hear myself

is all
I know of flying my eyes set on you like
In of romance

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