| Song | Rebel Song |
| Artist | Tina Dico |
| Album | The Road To Gävle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Welcome home | |
| I’m amazed you came around | |
| You were lost now you’ve been found | |
| In your own dream | |
| A rebel boy | |
| Who took off and couldn’t land | |
| Lost his love on one bad hand | |
| Had a fit and then got banned | |
| From his own team | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you’re most fond of | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Welcome back | |
| I’m surprised you look the same | |
| So much turbulence and change | |
| At your door | |
| A wary boy | |
| No intention to steer clear | |
| Kept his enemies so near | |
| That all the good ones disappeared | |
| Leaving only an idea | |
| Of what good is good for | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Could be the stress I’m under | |
| Love can take an awful lot of time | |
| No one would believe me if I said | |
| ”Just haven’t met the right one yet” | |
| They’d say I really must be blind | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you’re most fond of | |
| How could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off |
| Welcome home | |
| I' m amazed you came around | |
| You were lost now you' ve been found | |
| In your own dream | |
| A rebel boy | |
| Who took off and couldn' t land | |
| Lost his love on one bad hand | |
| Had a fit and then got banned | |
| From his own team | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you' re most fond of | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Welcome back | |
| I' m surprised you look the same | |
| So much turbulence and change | |
| At your door | |
| A wary boy | |
| No intention to steer clear | |
| Kept his enemies so near | |
| That all the good ones disappeared | |
| Leaving only an idea | |
| Of what good is good for | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Could be the stress I' m under | |
| Love can take an awful lot of time | |
| No one would believe me if I said | |
| " Just haven' t met the right one yet" | |
| They' d say I really must be blind | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you' re most fond of | |
| How could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off |
| Welcome home | |
| I' m amazed you came around | |
| You were lost now you' ve been found | |
| In your own dream | |
| A rebel boy | |
| Who took off and couldn' t land | |
| Lost his love on one bad hand | |
| Had a fit and then got banned | |
| From his own team | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you' re most fond of | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Welcome back | |
| I' m surprised you look the same | |
| So much turbulence and change | |
| At your door | |
| A wary boy | |
| No intention to steer clear | |
| Kept his enemies so near | |
| That all the good ones disappeared | |
| Leaving only an idea | |
| Of what good is good for | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off | |
| Could be the stress I' m under | |
| Love can take an awful lot of time | |
| No one would believe me if I said | |
| " Just haven' t met the right one yet" | |
| They' d say I really must be blind | |
| Could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the memories | |
| That you' re most fond of | |
| How could it be that I know nothing | |
| About holding on to love | |
| Like you hold on to the thread | |
| That your life hangs on | |
| Me, I just get bored and wander off |