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I looked out across the land and saw my comrades falling down. Bodies of wounded and dead for I could see was miles around, so I took a breath and I took a step with my rifle on my side then I charged into battle with fear in my heart 'cause I knew it was time to die. And just the other week, I saw my baby girl, she pleaded me not to leave, but I had to save the world, so I looked upon her face and smiled as a tear ran down my cheek, oh my little baby Angela who I only saw last week. Now it's months and months within the battle many have done died, government letters were sent to their parents only to make them cry, oh why oh why do we live like this in a world that should never have been, it's the world that we're living in, a world that was forged from sin, but the walking dead keep walking on hoorah, hoorah. The walking dead keep marching on hoorah, hoorah. Souls who thought they were coming back, now they find themselves all alone, in a shallow grave far away from a place they once called home.
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