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I was born on a Sunday, But this happened on a Thursday I was looking for words So I went for a walk Down to the corner Tonight there would be songs So I said I’d join She spoke soft Quiet I was an orange amongst the apple trees She wore camo pants And you wouldn’t understand Until she got up and sang No-ones fool She was a rebel with a cause A rebel with a mind The words to my Revolution song She was only 17 She put her little hand in mine We’ve been chasing those Quiet wells The mighty ones The evergreen ones With our searchlights Lights that want to push walls with outstretched hands It’s been a global fight, from inside From the dawn and well into the night Looking for peace, for god, for answers, reflections For things that can’t be denied So don’t even try She wore camo pants And you wouldn’t understand Until she got up and sang She was a rebel with a cause A rebel with a mind She was the words to my Revolution song She was only 17 She put her little hand in mine I was born on a Sunday, But his happened on a Thursday
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
Rebel
I was born on a Sunday, But this happened on a Thursday I was looking for words So I went for a walk Down to the corner Tonight there would be songs So I said I’d join She spoke soft Quiet I was an orange amongst the apple trees She wore camo pants And you wouldn’t understand Until she got up and sang No-ones fool She was a rebel with a cause A rebel with a mind The words to my Revolution song She was only 17 She put her little hand in mine We’ve been chasing those Quiet wells The mighty ones The evergreen ones With our searchlights Lights that want to push walls with outstretched hands It’s been a global fight, from inside From the dawn and well into the night Looking for peace, for god, for answers, reflections For things that can’t be denied So don’t even try She wore camo pants And you wouldn’t understand Until she got up and sang She was a rebel with a cause A rebel with a mind She was the words to my Revolution song She was only 17 She put her little hand in mine I was born on a Sunday, But his happened on a Thursday
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
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