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I'm a Lexicon devil with a battered brain searching for a future the world's my aim so gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme this gimme gimme that I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove I want gunboy rovers that will wreck this club I'll build you up and level your heads We'll run it my way cold men and politics dead... (Chorus) I'll get silver guns to drip old blood Let's get this established joke a shove We're gonna wreak havok on this rancid mill I'm searchin' for somethin' even if I'm killed... (Chorus) Empty out your pockets- you don't need their change I'm giving you the power to rearrange Together we'll run to the highest prop Tear it down and let it drop... away... (chorus) Get This Ringtone

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