The gypsy in the moon's coming out tonight
Staring at the heatwave
The beating of the heart is the only sound
She hears when she feels the rage
You know the singer wants to sing shout
The dreamer wants to dream about it
The living can't live without it
This thing they call rage
Push more than you can push
Love more than you can love
Give more than you can give
It's the rage to live
I said push more than you can push
Love more than you can love
Give more than you can give
It's the rage to live
It's the rhythm of imagination
That keeps this rage alive
Lighting up the hungry eyes of the
Young lions in the street
The girl in red can't help herself
She's got to move when she feels the beat
She's been this way since a tender age
Living with this thing
This thing called rage
Staring at the heatwave
The beating of the heart is the only sound
She hears when she feels the rage
You know the singer wants to sing shout
The dreamer wants to dream about it
The living can't live without it
This thing they call rage
Push more than you can push
Love more than you can love
Give more than you can give
It's the rage to live
I said push more than you can push
Love more than you can love
Give more than you can give
It's the rage to live
It's the rhythm of imagination
That keeps this rage alive
Lighting up the hungry eyes of the
Young lions in the street
The girl in red can't help herself
She's got to move when she feels the beat
She's been this way since a tender age
Living with this thing
This thing called rage
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