Luyện nghe bài hát Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

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Sign my with the chimes of clock radio
7 a. m. sun reveals a cherubim dangling from the rafters
Like a sentimental ghost midway
Between the of the sky and you

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

Dragging my feet the dead air
Suspended a fallen chair length the ground
And when you found me when will finally find me

This halo fit my throat, 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

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

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

is all
I know of flying my eyes set on you stains
In memory of

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