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 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 from the up in a slipknot

Dragging my feet the dead air
Suspended a chair length from the ground
And when you found me when will they finally me

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

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

I just wanted to be something more enough of
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant hear myself
Oh my god, I think I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant hear breathing

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

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