Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, two, three, dig it!
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Tokyo
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Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstition
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Pour me a chemical to take away the edge
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Don't make up anything that's breaking all your fingers
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Just slapped around a bit of what it takes to pledge
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Carry out another stone as a slave
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Ask general know-it-all "Who's juggling the earth?"
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Tease all the natives that will walk across your grave
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And shove aside your nation all for what it's worth
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Hey, hey, hey, two, three, dig it!
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An open eyes and a closed mind
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Look at the suit in suspended animation
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A faded outline that used to be a man
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A piece of paper that's fallen out a window
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Has got a better chance to know where it lands
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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To bleed in vain, to bleed in vain
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Under my eyes are painted skies
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Larry, get up there, man!
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Down at the boneyard, they're diggin' up the relics
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Handfuls of parasites thrown into the machine
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I got the phone call, they're tearin' down the mission
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The zombies had a ball, but don't know what it means
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They don't know what it means
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They don't know what it means, no, no
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They don't know, no, no, no
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Come on, Tokyo
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Beat yourself blind
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Yeah, Tokyo, you having fun tonight?
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Beat Yourself Blind
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Sebastian Bach |