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 cherubim dangling from the rafters
Like a sentimental floating midway
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 up in a slipknot

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

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

I am your angel, writhing at a loss for wings
tongues tell of brighter eyes
A spine of better days
Like the deafened clicks of a blue 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 hear myself breathing
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Christ, I cant hear myself breathing

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

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