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Stumble in some ambulance so |
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Pre-dawn corpses come to life |
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Armies of the dead surviving |
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Armies of the hungry ones |
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Only-ones, lonely-ones |
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Ripped up like shredded-wheat |
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Only-ones, lonely-ones |
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Be a sort of human picnic |
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This ain't no lovin' |
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This ain't no happening |
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This ain't no feeling in my arm |
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You think you're a |
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Zombie, you think it's a scene |
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From some monster magazine |
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Well, opened your eyes, too late |
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This ain't no fantasy, boy |
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This ain't no lovin' |
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This ain't no happening |
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This ain't no feeling in my arm |
