She's a rebel, she's a saint, she's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous.She's a rebel, vigilante, missing link on the brink of destruction from Chicago to Toronto.She's the one that they call. Old whatsername, she's the symbol of resistance and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade is she thinking what I’m thinking? Is she the mother of all bombs? Gonna detonate is she trouble? Like I’m trouble? Make it a double twist of fate or a melody that she sings the revolution the dawning of our lives she brings this liberation that I just can't define nothing comes to mind.
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