| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| So gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds
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| Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that |