You Are The Walking Dead
When your eyes fail you, I'll be your sight In the darkness, there will be light You my beloved are the walking dead This life has been cruel, and made you feel dread If you stumble, I'll be there to guide your way I left you in the cold, I'm sorry I couldn't stay I'm proud of you I love you too When you cry, I cry I said my early goodbye When you bleed, I bleed No one does a good deed You my beloved are the walking dead
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