| I made my way back to the old town
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| And everything looked the same
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| The shops and the schools and the factories were there
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| But somehow the faces had changed
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| So I went for a walk in the high streets
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| Took my coat off and rolled up my sleeves
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| I thought of my father and his father before him
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| And how I was the first one to leave
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| Well I didn’t come here for forgiveness
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| There isn’t a lot I can say
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| 'Cause I remember the reasons I first ran away
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| I’m a rebel
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| Just a rebel
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| Got my back to the wall
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| Gonna fight 'til I fall
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| I’m a rebel
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| When it comes time for leavin'
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| Don’t stand in my way
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| Don’t ever look back — don’t surrender
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| The old men say they’ve seen it before
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| Oh they drink their beer and they talk about friends
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| Who didn’t come back from the war
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| Don’t say I’m too young to remember
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| Don’t tell me what’s wrong or what’s right
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| Just give me a chance to go out there and fight
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| I’m a rebel
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| Just a rebel
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| Got my back to the wall
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| Gonna fight 'til I fall
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| I’m a rebel
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| When it comes time for leavin'
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| Don’t stand in my way
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| There’s nothing left for me here
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| Gonna run, run away
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| I’m a rebel
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| Just a rebel
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| Got my back to the wall
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| Gonna fight 'til I fall
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| I’m a rebel
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| Just a rebel
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| Just a rebel
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| I’m a rebel… |