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 from the
Like a sentimental floating midway
the curse of the sky and you

This noose carries atrophied wings can't
Don't you want me a deader shade of sorry
Buried the neck up in a slipknot

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

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

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

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

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

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