| Same old wall, still hanging tall
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| Same old nail. |
| through my throat
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| Eighteen years came along
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| And this time I never
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| I never saw my Love
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| I’m going insane
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| THEY sold me to this little shop
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| Where I remain
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| Living Dead… I'm feeling like a Living Dead
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| Living Dead… Two blue eyes in an empty head
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| Dead Dead Dead
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| Eighteen years came along
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| And this time I never
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| I never saw my Love
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| This life is NOTHINGNESS
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| Life on a wall, time to be called back. |
| to the Beyond
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| There’s a rumour going around and around
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| They say The Puppet Master
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| Is gonna build another theater in London Town
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| For Kids
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| Run by his son and daughter
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| It’s gonna be a bloody mess
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| Living Dead… I'm feeling like a Living Dead
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| Living Dead, Living
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| Forever on the same old wall
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| Forever with that nail going through my throat
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| All the children, who see me in this shop
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| They are scared of me, they say I’m looking sick
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| My eyes follow them
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| Never to be sold again
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| Life is never fair… Life is air
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| «Will I ever see his eyes again
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| Will I ever see him again»
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| Where is she now… «Where is he now»… |