| And I finally see the light again
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| The light of my return
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| After too much time in darkness
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| I’ve had enough of being underground
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| By now it’s all over
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| Forgotten from memory
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| And from the heart of the living
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| My sepulchre has become decrepit
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| Decaying as my mortal remains
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| They are corroded by time
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| By vice and by worms
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| So many years now have passed
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| From the last time
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| That someone cried
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| Or even prayed for me
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| Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
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| Oooh zombie, why have you come back to life?
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| Men don’t care about their dead
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| Don’t know that they come back
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| Come back to kill them
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| Don’t believe that it’s all over
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| At the moment of burial
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| There is something more important
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| That pushes us to come back
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| The living cry the dead but the dead kill the living
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| That is the greatest day for me
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| The day of resurrection
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| I don’t know who I was
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| I don’t remember my ancient name
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| But now I feel a new reason
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| I have no fear to kill
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| Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?
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| Oooh zombie, is this real life? |