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Zombie

Cigarette smoke hangin' in the air
an empty whisky bottle tipped over on it's side
all the blinds pulled down
A moldy pizza in a box
old grunge jeans and dirty boots and a blotted Hard Rock shirt
scattered on the ground
Just another night here on the couch, but that's ok
this house has way to many rooms
when you're not around 

Without you
I'm a stranger to myself
Without you
I've been under a bad spell
I'm a soulless husk with a smell of booze
I'm walking dead, it's the bitter truth
Baby I'm a zombie without you

Baby I know I did you wrong
there's no undo button and I can't turn back the clock
but I swear that I will try
your name is in my DNA, and if you leave
you'll make a monster out of me
please don't say goodbye

Without you
I'm a stranger to myself
Without you
I've been under a bad spell
I'm a soulless husk with a smell of booze
I'm walking dead, it's the bitter truth
Baby I'm a zombie without you

I know I should have told you that before
I took too much for granted till you turned around
and slammed that door


Without you
I'm a stranger to myself
Without you
I've been under a bad spell
I'm a soulless husk with a smell of booze
I'm walking dead, it's the bitter truth
Baby I'm a zombie without you
and only you can save me from the blue