A Perfect Murder
A Perfect Murder - Choke lyrics
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The times we had shared the same ideals The times we had been holding hands Now come to an end Now my hands are crushing your neck. So quick to wash away everything we've built Now my memories fade to black Just like your face within' my grasp
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- Country: Canada
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