| I’d like to tell a little story
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| About a girl from far away
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| You might feel bad, you might feel sorry
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| About what happened, so they say
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| Well once upon a time there was a sweetheart
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| A pretty girl with lips of red
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| She took a walk down by the graveyard
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| And out of nowhere something
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| Grabbed her head!
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| I heard that zombies ate her brain
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| (zombies ate her brain, zombies ate her brain)
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| That’s how she turned out this way!
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| Sometimes you’ll see her walking downtown
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| Not many notice the undead
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| Can’t ask the girl a simple question
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| Because she’ll never ever understand!
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| Because those zombies ate her brain
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| (zombies ate her brain, zombies ate her brain)
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| That’s how she turned out…
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| That’s how she turned out…
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| That’s how she turned out this way! |