| 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 |