I was looking for you when I first heard the sirens
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The ambulances filled the streets
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The masses screamed and called for help
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You were no where next to me
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The soldiers came to round up the living
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And take them away to somewhere that¡¯s safe
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But if I cant find you there¡¯s no place to save me
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If you are gone then its too late
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Night turns to dawn, and dawn into day
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And the land overflows with the dead
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Where did I last hold you in my arms?
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What was the last thing that you said?
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Some hide underground, others hide in a mall
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I still drag myself through the streets
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I life without love my love isn¡¯t a life to me
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I don¡¯t believe that love can rot away
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So first aim for the heart, then aim for the head
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I wept bitterly and then I threw up
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Something silver washed up in my lap
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This metal thing, your wedding ring
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Brought all of the memories back
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I remember the bite, and breaking my teeth
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I remember choking it down
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Eating your fingers one at a time
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I left most of you there on the ground
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And it¡¯s there that I find you, just as you were left
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Writhing you rise to your feet
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You come back to my side with very few insides
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They¡¯re still strewn about on the street
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I have heard it said that love endures all things
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And now I know that its true
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Stronger than the grave, death cant put it out
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Here I am, the walking dead, still next to you
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I don¡¯t believe that love can rot away
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So first aim for the heart then aim for the head
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If true love last forever, then love doesn¡¯t die
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It just becomes the living dead
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George Romero Will Be At Our Wedding
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