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
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Breaking The Broken
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Dry Kill Logic |