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 from the
a sentimental ghost floating midway
Between the of the sky and you

This noose what atrophied wings can't
Don't you want me a deader shade of sorry
Buried from the up in a slipknot

Dragging my through the dead air
Suspended a fallen chair 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, fit my throat, halo fit my throat
Halo fit my throat, this halo fit my

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

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

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

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