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Hall of The Walking Dead

from Thoughts From A Bloated Boy by Doog

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Sat alone, the party's died
Brush your teeth, say goodnight
Tell me something, tell me anything
Someone make some noise

Why aren't you talking to me?
Sick of the silence of TV
Maybe it's all inside my head
But you just can't make friends with the walking dead

Evening meal side-by-side, seldom see eye-to-eye,
Handshakes, headaches, laundry soap flakes
Someone make some noise

Who's gonna keep me company?
Withnail or High Fidelity?
So why are you talking to me?
Sick of the silence of TV
Maybe it's all inside my head
But you just can't make friends with the walking dead

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from Thoughts From A Bloated Boy, released July 12, 2011

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