The Walking Dead
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(Chandler)
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close your eyes
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wait for them
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excorcise
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evil whims
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walking dead
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have no soul
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when you touch them
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feels so cold
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?hold your breath baby
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we're roaming here tonight"
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the thirteenth of november
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a haunted friday night
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the graveyard gates swing open
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crypts all spring to life
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rotting hands dig upward
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searching for moonlight
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the fog rolls in so thickly
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it creeps into your mind
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frozen winds of winter
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pound like an icy hand
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morbid lifeless armies
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devour all they can
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nightmares you once feared
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aren't nightmares anymore
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plunge the knife into your chest
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and join the hungry horde
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nightmares you once feared
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aren't nightmares anymore
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frozen winds of winter
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taught you the final score
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the thirteenth of november
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the fog rolls in on time
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you and your friends shall rise
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and join the feast tonight
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Walking Dead
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Saint Vitus |