"Now I wait alone for death to come, faded pictures so I know, no where to go, so I don't. Picture your body, hearing your voice and fall into your eyes. Through crooked lines, the morning light faded pictures in my mind. Not scared of death, no i know, picture your body, hearing your voice and fall into your eyes."
Note from the artist: "This song was written as kind of a love song sung from my grandfather… read more
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