whoa oh oh oh whoa oh whoa oh stumble in somnambulance so pre-dawn corpses come to life armies of the dead surviving armies of the hungry ones only-ones, lonely-ones ripped up like shredded-wheat only-ones, lonely-ones be a sort of human picnic this aint no love-in this aint no happening this aint no feeling in my arm whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh you think youre a zombie, you think its a scene from some monster magazine well, open your eyes too late this aint no fantasy, boy this aint no love-in this aint no happening this aint no feeling in my arm whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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