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 reveals a failed cherubim from the rafters
Like a ghost floating midway
the curse of the sky and you

This noose what atrophied wings can't
Don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of
Buried from the up in a slipknot

Dragging my feet the dead air
a fallen chair length from the ground
And when you found me when will 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, halo fit my throat

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

I wanted to be something more than enough of
Oh my god, I don't think I'm
Jesus Christ, I cant hear breathing
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant myself breathing

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

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