Ring
This explanation is more than intended
This type of diamond is only calling for my attention
But you die, I am immortal.
And I will still be wrapped around your finger,
Where we break is where I lie
And where I lay is where we slept
On those cold nights, oh…..
Like sleeping on pins
Like killing your friends
This type of diamond is only calling for my attention
But you die, I am immortal.
And I will still be wrapped around your finger,
Where we break is where I lie
And where I lay is where we slept
On those cold nights, oh…..
Like sleeping on pins
Like killing your friends
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