Luyện nghe bài hát Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

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Sign my farewell the chimes of clock radio
7 a. m. sun reveals a failed cherubim from the rafters
Like a sentimental ghost floating
the curse of the sky and you

This carries what atrophied wings can't
Don't you me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry
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 halo fit my throat, 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 contorted angel, writhing at a loss for wings
Swelled tongues tell of brighter
A severed of better days
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 I'm breathing
Christ, I cant hear myself breathing
Oh my god, I don't think I'm
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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