7 a.m. on Circle Street
Sprinklers ring out a symphony
All the kings and pawns off to work
For their perfect lawns
But me, I'm still dreamin' of Sandy
Maybe I'll spin out to her side of town
Or maybe bum a ride with Bunny
When his parents aren't around
'Cause try in vein you may
You know we are the same
And when you call my name
Rebels we become
In tracks where lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wild fires we burn relentlessly
The Mexicanos stare us down
Dogs are barking on Sandy's side of town
And I keep it cool all the way
To her front porch
Her brother growls behind a hangover
And I can smell her hair already, yeah
The summer started when our feet
Crossed the open door
We are the singers of the songs
The weakest are the strong
Nothing is right but nothing's wrong
Heroes we become
In tracks where lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wild fires we burn relentlessly
Our faith is small but it it strong
Enough to carry on
Though we are poor we shall not want
Rebels we become
In tracks where young lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wild fires we burn
Heroes we become
Where saints and sinners are one
Red beneath the raging sun
Like sons of earth we yearn, we yearn
Like kings of men we learn, we learn
Like wild fires we burn relentlessly
Relentlessly

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