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With a past now slipping away and the vision of numbered days |
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As the end moves closer it seems they ought to know |
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About the giving you've taken away |
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Through a life of unmarked graves to find the final resting place |
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They ought to know, regret nothing |
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When the last breath you take is all you've got |
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Dean man walking dies a slow death |
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This fight will carry on, no strength to carry on |
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With a life now clearly defined |
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And the fire that's fueled by time |
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There's nothing left to fear and nothing left to lose |
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In the darkest hour of life |
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And in the deepest part of your mind |
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Can you answer the question, what have you done? |
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Death walk, now for the first time |
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The end has finally come |
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Death walk for the last time |
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Your end has finally come |
