| It goes
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| Step one: wake up, but my brain won’t
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| Chain smoke, worry 'bout the stuff that I don’t have
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| Step two: work a job that I hate
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| Let the day burn, gotta earn the money that I owe back
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| Step three: turn the screen on and stare at it
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| Worry 'bout all the things I gotta get done
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| Step four: lie awake in a sheer panic
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| Till I fall asleep then repeat step one
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| I guess if I was honest I wanted for something more but ignored it
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| And now the thought of it sorta just seems far fetched
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| 'Cause I was brought up and taught I should just be normal
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| 'Cause boredom will help afford all the mortgage on this apartment
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| Yeah… yeah my home, my apartment
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| Hardwood floors, white walls, nice armchairs
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| Large bed, IKEA, all 500
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| Square feet of proof I’m a success
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| No kids, no partners, no darn pets
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| No time, only friends are in past tense
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| The neighbours up stairs never stay up past ten
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| I feel passed tense, yeah the stress is constant
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| I never travelled the world, I was delayed
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| I got a Japanese sword I bought off eBay
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| I got the best TV on the market
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| At night I watch a high def pixelated sunset
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| News flash interruption, something
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| About the undead… fuck this, I was trying to watch something
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| Hit the off button, got so many things I gotta get done
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| Now repeat step one
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| I said where was you when the dead—
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| It’s like, where was I?
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| Probably caught up in this head of mine
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| Pair of cartoon eyes with the dollars signs
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| So I don’t really notice shit going on at times
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| So while the living and the dead — they were swapping sides
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| I was occupied, thinking about my job and what I wanna buy
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| It’s all my fault and I apologise
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| I didn’t even notice there was something wrong
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| Till I thought «Shit, where has everybody gone?»
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| It’s like that thought made me wake up
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| I look around the office every cubicle was vacant
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| Put my coffee down, man they must be all on break
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| The first thought I had is «somebody's getting a pay cut»
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| Photocopier is screaming at me out of paper
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| And there’s no one here to blame so I need to get some A4
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| Hey yo this ain’t what I get paid for
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| Then I see 'em crawling in via the escape door
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| It was a flood full of teeth, face like a friend
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| Eyes like a frozen fish, arms outstretched
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| Shell made of suit and tie, looking like upright
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| Death on it’s lunch break, and it’s only Monday
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| I said where was you when the dead—
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| They never knew where they came from (nah)
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| They couldn’t figure what the strain was (that's right)
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| It was chaos, chaos
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| Baton down the hatches and fuel up the chain saws
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| They never knew where they came from (nah)
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| They couldn’t figure what the strain was (uh-huh)
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| It was chaos, chaos
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| Baton down the hatches and fuel up the chain saws
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| Yo, it’s like, yo
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| They came pouring in like a bull in a china shop
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| Grabbed whatever items that I could find just to fight 'em off
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| Made it out the office not sure if I was alive or not
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| But for the first time I was leaving work before five o’clock
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| Made it home, picked the phone up and tried to dial the cops
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| Line was off, meanwhile they’re filling up the entire block
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| Outside door ain’t gonna hold up with this tiny lock
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| I have gotta get it sealed up tighter than an iron vault
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| Looked around to find something to use
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| To barricade it, but it’s tougher to choose
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| Cause all I see are price tags on the stuff in this room
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| It’s too good for loose wood and a couple of screws
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| I’m torn, but what the fuck for?
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| Worried about my uninsured stuff while the dead are clawing at the front door
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| It’s just a chair, just a table
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| These four fucking walls were my life, I won’t let 'em be my grave too
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| Go to plan B, turned the oven on, let the gas leak
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| Grabbed the canned feed from the pantry
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| Put it in a bag with a canteen
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| Like I’m going camping, reached for the antique
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| Sword from the wall, heard the stampede burst through the door
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| Struck a match, lit the lounge suite, climbed to the balcony
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| Dead hands trying to grab me
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| As I scaled down three stories to the firm ground
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| Watch it burn down
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| Hey
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| I said where was you when the dead come walking?
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| I said where was you when the dead—
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| Step one: wake up in a new world
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| No fixed abode, I scavenge and I move on
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| Step two: every day I manage a few blocks
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| Streets full of teeth so I travel by the rooftops
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| Step three: keep my mind and my sword sharp
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| Try to help survivors but always check 'em for bite marks
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| Step four: try to stay alert at all times
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| Surrounded by death but I never felt more alive |