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(One, two, three, four) |
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Once, in a full moon |
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I see twenty tuba players |
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Rehearsing |
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'Round the old dance hall |
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Waiting for the call |
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Of the sad rebel |
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I said baby, it's only fair |
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That every full moon |
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You let me slide it in, slide it in |
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And leave it there |
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Laying around, 'round, 'round |
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Like a sad rebel |
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I am high |
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And lonesome |
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Always try |
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Too hard to get some |
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Piece of the sad rebel |
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So the vicious heart is easily abused |
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And a crowd aroung easily amused |
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Do they know her world? |
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Do they know her kind? |
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It's so hard to find |
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Such a sad rebel |
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And I feel her legs under the tabel |
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Baby don't you know, I am unable |
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To live without |
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My solitude |
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Still I'm in the mood-mood-mood |
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For a sad rebel |
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I am high |
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And lonesome |
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Always try |
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Too hard to get some |
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Well it's all too much for too litlle |
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I can see it in their eyes and it's double |
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There's just no escape from trouble |
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I'm gonna live my life |
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With the sad rebel |
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Sad rebel |
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Sad rebel |
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Sad rebel |
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Like a sad rebel |
