Working on a skyphone, the B's rate is high I'm working and I'm working, into the sky
Suddenly my heart said, what you doing old friend I said, shut up and pump, I'm a hard
working man And you're the heartbeast, the heartbeast
You're the heartbeast, the heartbeast
You're the heartbeast, the heartbeast
One week later, I woke up in bed I had white tux on, a load of cables round
my head My brother by my side said, you've been dead
and gone I guess somebody wouldn't let me carry on
You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast
You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast
You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast You must be the heartbeast, the heartbeast
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