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last call, this one for the dead man walking

pictures of what used to be

up in his hands often

left without his gun so i doubt if he'll be coming back

last i heard he was somewhere riding through the town

talking to himself on how he wish that he could slow it down

so here's another round for the man who ain't coming back

don't waste away your days

a missing man can't be saved

word is that he afraid of love

word is that he feels nothing

an outlaw in a free fall

wishing they call the search off

theres the seat where he used to be

always hard to reach

always by himself

dangerously anti social

with lies to sell

in his mind oh no no no no

he can't find help

it's a certain type of hell with what's expected of him

and no one ever cares until his missing again

that pain behind his eyes is just a window for inside

you worried that he's dead but i know he already died

dead man walking but the pills keep him talking