Blessthefall. His Last Walk. Pray. Zeneszám

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She's pulling out her eyelashes, from pain she bares
far from home i'm alone this whole is way too deep
i've left behind my happy life, and i'm still asking how i died
lay down, pray now
i'm walking through the cold of night so i can see your face
at your window i will stand, your smell i will embrace
my eyes in your's and your's in mine and now i know just how i died
as fire fall's ive never made life before, ive never had this before