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You are not my enemy |
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You live like a drunk |
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You're fat, bad and still agree |
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All this TV Junk |
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I'm hot like a rhythm - beating the drums |
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Now I'm a rebel - Stick to my guns |
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Maybe I'm sick - going out of this hell |
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Hear my rebel yell |
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My revolutions shock you through the core |
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Join me, I open the door |
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My revolutions for a modern dream |
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Come let us go to extremes |
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I'm not your enemy |
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I fan the flames of truth |
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Your fate and my destiny |
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Will change our views |
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But I'm hot like a rhythm beating the drums |
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Now I'm a rebel - stick to my guns |
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Maybe I'm sick - going out of this hell |
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Hear my rebel yell |
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My revolutions shock you through the core |
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Join me - I open the door |
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My revolutions for a better life |
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Against all odds I will survive |
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Maybe I'm a loser baby, maybe I'll be wrong |
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But I know I will always carry on ...to fight |
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Go out of this hell - hell - hell |
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Hear my rebel yell - hear my rebel yell |
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My revolutions shock you through the core |
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Join me, I open the door |
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My revolutions for a modern dream |
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Come let us go to extremes - |
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To extremes - to extremes |
