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 cherubim dangling from the rafters
Like a ghost floating midway
the curse of the sky and you

This noose carries what atrophied wings
you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry
Buried from the up in a slipknot

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

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

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

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

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

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