Luyện nghe bài hát Home Is Where You Hang Yourself

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Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock
7 a. m. sun a failed cherubim dangling from the rafters
Like a ghost floating midway
the curse of the sky and you

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

Dragging my feet the dead air
Suspended a fallen length from the ground
And when you found me when will they 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, this halo fit my

I am your contorted angel, at a loss for wings
tongues tell of brighter eyes
A severed spine of better
Like the 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 cant myself breathing
Oh my god, I don't I'm breathing
Jesus Christ, I cant hear breathing

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

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