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The Walking Dead

"We must talk on every telephone

Get eaten off the web

We must rip out all the epilogues

From the books that we have read

And to the face of every criminal

Strapped firmly to a chair

We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines

Too expensive now to sell

Set fire to the preacher

Who is promising us hell

And in the ear of every anarchist

That sleeps but doesn't dream

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing"

The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead

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