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Artista: 800 Octane I'm walking down the street, the world is trembling in my wake. This tired city's filled with the zombies that I hate. Look out I've got a gun. Everybody better try and run. You kill a walking corpse with a bullet to the brain. Today is the day. Day of the dead. I try to close my eyes and pretend it's all a dream. The undead want to eat this brain inside of me. I’ve gotta get away if it's the last thing that I do. When I'm in times like this I think “What am I gonna do? What would Justin do?”
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