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I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain |
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And I'm lookin' for a future, the world's my aim |
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So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds |
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Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that |
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I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove |
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I want gun boy rovers that'll wreck this club |
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I'll build you up and level your heads |
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We'll run it my way, cold men and politics dead |
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I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain |
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And I'm lookin' for a future, the world's my aim |
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So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds |
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Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that |
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I'll get silver guns to drip old blood |
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Let's give this established joke a shove |
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We're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill |
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I'm searchin' for something even if I'm killed |
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I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain |
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And I'm lookin' for a future, the world's my aim |
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So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds |
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Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that |
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Empty out your pockets, you don't need their change |
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I'm giving you the power to rearrange |
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Together we'll run to the highest prop |
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Tear it down and let it drop away |
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I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain |
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And I'm lookin' for a future, the world's my aim |
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So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds |
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Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that |
