| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| I been feeling it since 1966, now
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| Might be over now, but I feel it still
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| Can’t keep my hands to myself
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| Think I’ll dust 'em off, put 'em back up on the shelf
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| In case my little baby girl is in need
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| Am I coming out of left field?
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| Leave it with a baby sitter
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| Mama, call the grave digger
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| Gone with the fallen leaves
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| Am I coming out of left field?
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| I been feeling it since 1966, now
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| Might be over now, but I feel it still
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| I been feeling it since 1966, now
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| Might be over now, but I feel it still
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| Oohh, I’m a rebel, mashin' the pedal
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| Would you rather dance with the stars or dance with the devil?
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| Imagine me I’m grabbing the metal when enemies meddle
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| And my mental is tellin' me this is murder one through melodies
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| Revvin' on the pedal since I balanced on a bicycle
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| They supplyin' me and my per diem, I don’t die simple
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| Love is all you need, it’s only me as I survive hustle
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| Always on the ground, I’m playin' mine with divine structures
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| Oohh, I’m a rebel, mashin' the pedal
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| Would you rather dance with the stars or dance with the devil?
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| I been feeling it since 1966, now
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| Might be over now, but I feel it still
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| Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
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| I been feeling it since 1966, now
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| Might be over now, but I feel it still |