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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 ainīt no love-in this ainīt no happening this ainīt no feeling in my arm whoa whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh you think youīre a zombie, you think itīs a scene from some monster magazine well, open your eyes too late this ainīt no fantasy, boy this ainīt no love-in this ainīt no happening this ainīt 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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