Dead Man Walking
A dead man walking;
mind black, soul dark, he’s always on to something.
He was never loved,
neither cared for, nor given any attention.
He had no fear, because he had no one dear.
It all seemed clear to me it all seemed so unfair.
A dead man walking,
mood blue, so true, he never had anything…
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