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Back from the dead just like me
He is dead, but he's walking
Walking just like you and me
He came back and he's talking
Talking shit like you and me
We are the same
Mr. jesus and I
A testament of the living dead
Saint or sinner, it's all the same
He was dead, yet back he came
Back from the dead just like me
He got nailed, nailed to a cross
Paid the price for his glorified cause
I cannot blame him for coming back to life
It's much more fun in the afterlife
I can feel him lurking in dark
I can hear him walking in the shadows
It's not simple getting use to the blood shed
I will guide him, through the fields of disposable heads
Through the fields of disposable heads
Through the fields of disposable heads
Back from the dead just like me
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