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I'm wrapped around your fingers. Your fingers are wrapped around my neck. Choking the life out of me. Breath by fading breath. The Killers playing in the background.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
look on the Brightside
I'm wrapped around your fingers. Your fingers are wrapped around my neck. Choking the life out of me. Breath by fading breath. The Killers playing in the background.
It's a hit. It's also a song. Ironic, isn't it? Mr. Brightside - The Killers
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17/F/la
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
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