Luyện nghe bài hát Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

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Sign my farewell with the chimes of radio
7 a. m. sun reveals a failed dangling from the rafters
a sentimental ghost floating midway
Between the of the sky and you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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