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walking dead


When the lights go off I just wanna hide my face When the lights are on I just wanna bury myself Least they see my sorrows The streak of tears The agony written on my face Walking but not feeling my legs Its like walking dead When I try to lift my head They scare me back to my hole No mearcy I cry injustice He stole my cow But the judge ruled on his favour He robed my house And got away with it His son married my daughter Without my consent And got away with it No Mearcy I cry injustice Its like walking dead I watched as poverty struck My efforts drained to nothing My years of hardworking Reduced to ashes I got up ready to avenge And take back all that was mine But misfortune gave me no chance I lifted my sword and slashed his head He who stole my cow And down went all the heads Of those who did me wrong I sought justice for myself Then they were all after me The families sought vengeance too And I had no choice But to run for my dear life Now I'm a Wonderer Heading to no specific destination Its like walking dead
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