31 Ağustos 2007 Cuma

Iio - Rebel

Ride the bike like if it's on clear water
Leave speed behind
Fill it with adrenaline
Medals made of gold not silver
Challenge the races that others can't win
Audit me, however you may want
I own a slang that you'll never pronounce
Wild-child like you
wouldn't know
Young reckless offspring
That's out of control.

Blasting me up
Up... up... I go
Rebel, Am I?
Who... me? Oh no...

To be among the bona fide trail blazers
Gotta jump in, no wetting your feet
Lead in ferocious spaces
Cowards can sleep, while you swallow
Your feast.

Audit me, however you may want,
I own a slang that you'll never pronounce,
Wild-child like you wouldn't know,
Young reckless offspring
That's out of control.

Blasting me up,
Up... up... I go;
Rebel, Am I?
Who... me? Oh no.
Blasting me up,

Up... up... I go;
Rebel, Am I?
Who... me? Oh no.

That's how a rebel speaks,
While all the others tweak,
That's how a rebel walks,
While all the others talk..

Ride the bike like if it's on clear water,
Leave speed behind
Fill it with adrenaline,
Medals ... of gold not silver,
Challenge the races that others can't win.

Blasting me up
Up... up... I go,
Rebel, Am I?
Who... me? Oh no.

Up...up...i go..
Up...up...i go..
Up...up...i go..
Who... me? Oh no...

Am i a rebel?
Am i a rebel?
Rebel... am i a rebel?
Medals made of gold... not silver,
Challenge the races that others can't win,
Challenge the races that the others can't win,
Oh...oh...
Up ...up i go,
Up ...up i go,
Up ...up i go,
Who...me? Oh no...
Who...me? Oh no...
Oh no...
Oh no...
Oh no...

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