Ring

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    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

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