Lletres: Death In Vegas. Scorpio Rising. Hands Around My Throat.

Back down
And touch
The door is shut
In the end
You're just too close
There's no-one here
There's no-one there
I still can't tell
Try this
And you might find
I'm in your face
I see your face
The air is cold
I'm still on hold
I still can't tell
What's been said



Your Hands around my Throat
Ask me to let go
Your Hands around my Throat
Your Hands around my Throat



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