| So the hours run away
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| You’re getting smaller by the day
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| But the shelters, they keep you away
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| I hope you’re ready for the breakaway
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| So don’t succumb to mist and dust
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| Because you know they misconstrue
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| And the mind plays games to stay in frame
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| As it put those locks on you
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| When the lights come on, the chains come off
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| And watch it start to flow
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| I hope you’re ready for the breakaway
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear, yeah, yeah
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| We’re in the clear
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| Yeah…
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| So the hours, they run away
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| But the shelters, they keep you away
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| Now the hours, they run away
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| Hope you’re ready for the breakaway, yeah
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| So the hours, they run away
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| But the shelters, they keep you away
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| Now the hours, they run away
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| Hope you’re ready for the breakaway, yeah
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| We’re in the clear
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| Yeah, yeah |