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You're not my enemy
You live like a drunk
You're fat, bad and still agree
All this TV junk

I'm hot like a rhythm – beating the drums
Now I'm a rebel – stick to my guns
Maybe I'm sick – going out of this hell
Hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core
Join me, I open the door
My revolutions for a modern dream
Come let us go to extremes

I'm not your enemy
I fan the flames of truth
Your fade and my destiny
Will change our views

But I'm hot like a rhythm beating the drums
Now I'm a rebel – stick to my guns
Maybe I'm sick – going out of this hell
Hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core
Join me, I open the door
My revolutions for a better life
Against all odds I will survive

Maybe I'm a loser baby, maybe I'll be wrong
But I know I will always carry on... to fight

Go out of this hell – hell – hell
Hear my rebel – hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core
Join me, I open the door
My revolutions for a modern dream
Come let us go to extremes
To extremes – to extremes

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