Now I wait alone
For death to come
Faded pictures
So I know
Nowhere to go
So I don't
Picture your body
Hearing your voice
And fall into your eyes (your eyes)
Through crooked lines
The morning light
Faded pictures
In my mind
Not scared of death
No, I don't
Picture your body
Hearing your voice
And fall into your eyes (your eyes)
Fall into your eyes
(your eyes)
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