I'm a rebel in disguise
I guess you cant see
Right in your eyes yes it's me
I dont wear a cloke or a trilby
I'm a rebel in disguise and I am free
I'm a rebel in disguise and I am free
I'm a rebel in disguise and I am
I'm a rebel in disguise and I am
free
Some people try to control the scene
Not for this rebel I am free
Bringing in laws trying to trap me
Not this one I am free
So come on everybody come and join me
Dont get trapped by him or me
Be a rebel and be free
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to be
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to free
I'm a rebel in disguise and I want to free
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