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Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola
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Dreaming of redemption, no end
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To the living edit, the sound of amputation
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Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend
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Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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There's a shimmering dog sayin' danger what's at work here
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The in growing twitch of faceless laughter
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A cause without end to serve forever
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The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb
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Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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On the hero's tomb is written
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Not what he was, but what he should've been
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And nothing you can do will change the circumstances
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Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin
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Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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A circular lie in a calibrated order
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Weathering time with salt 'n' water
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Tears that you cry are your endeavor
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To break into the madness of imaginary lines, until
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You shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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'Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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'Til you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
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Rebel King
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| Julian Lennon |
