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"Night of the living dead" When I was 8,
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So now I wake up every night standing in the middle of my room,
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Scratching the air, and kicking.
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Oh, good. Wait. You still get those?
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- Yeah. They're weirder now. - Oh, boy.
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I think my subconscious fears and my budding sexuality
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are getting all mixed up.
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Ok, I... Tina, I don't want to hear it.
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So I think I'm being attacked by zombies,
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And I start screaming, "Do you wanna make out?"
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And I make out with it.
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I might just bunk with gram and gramps.