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Breakaway - The Cars
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Breakaway The Cars

Breakaway - The Cars
The loud mornin' in the small town cries
You gotta get away
And someone's throwin' in the prize
They don't wanna stay
The streets are quiet like the stars
Moonlight puts on a chill
You gotta get yourself outta here
You always say you will ha

Oh black rider feels alright
Oh Persian dreams china white
Where you gonna go tonight

You gotta breakaway
Well you gotta breakaway

Uh people move between themselves
Without on purpose touching
Always nearly dark and frantic
In the corner people clutching
The dance-o-rama it burns East breeze
Hiding screams of passion
The nightwatch city it melts away
Oh keepin' up with fashion

Oh black rider feels alright
Oh Persian dreams china white
Ooh, where you gonna stay tonight
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