| 1:45 and I feel barely alive
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| I think of you in these times
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| Soundcheck handstands in an icicle land
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| Carbon monoxide hymns in your hands
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| And then you trace your face with some late-summer grace
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| Gun down all the suits in this place
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| If the sun comes back like a sniper in black
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| You know how to medicate the sadness attack
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| Turning the page with your mischief and rage
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| Silent like a spy backstage
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| Forget the cocaine and wine because you’re much smarter live
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| I think of you just to save me some time
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down, you’re never gonna die
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| Young rebel with your head in the sky
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| You’re never coming down you’re never gonna die
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| (Sing till the end of the world comes by, give us all a number while we’re
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| wondering why) |