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 cherubim dangling the rafters
Like a sentimental ghost floating
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 neck up in a

Dragging my feet the dead air
Suspended a fallen chair 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
Halo fit my throat, fit my throat, halo fit my throat
Halo fit my throat, this halo fit my

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

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

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

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