| Feet planted in a mold
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| Made from the last night’s cold
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| But splashes of the gold
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| Melt what is frozen
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| In the air I see my breath
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| In my heart the blood runs red
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| I’m moving faster than lightning
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| To a place where the eye can’t see
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| We are rebels in the light
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We are hidden by the night
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| We won’t live without the light
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| We won’t live without the light
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| I only grazed the trees
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| Crushed flower beds as I felt the heat
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| I came back to life
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| Feeling dead from the night
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| In my hands I feel the pulse
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| In my feet I feel the soil
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| I climbed higher than the leaves
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| Taller than you and me
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| We are rebels in the light
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We are hidden by the night
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| We won’t live without the light
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| We won’t live without the light
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| We are rebels in the light
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We won’t leave without a fight
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| We are hidden by the night
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| We won’t live without the light
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| We won’t live without the light |