| Luck loves me not tonight, I’m running out
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| This four leaf clover’s all but useless now
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| I’ve got four wheels that say I’m not alone tonight
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| I’m always looking for a joyride through the
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| Brightest part of this town
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| Break out, break out
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| As we escape through the window
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| Head for the car, and never look back, singing-singing
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| «Break out, break out
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| Our time has come and we’ve got these big city dreams.»
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| Put up or shut up, we’re not wasting time again
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| The credits are rolling and we’re getting lost again
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| In parking lots, to serenading sirens
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| As the blue lights bathed our smiles
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| Break out, break out
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| As we escape through the window
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| Head for the car, and never look back, singing-singing
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| «Break out, break out
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| Our time has come and we’ve got these big city dreams.»
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| Let’s take a moment to reflect
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| On the past few years of my life
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| I haven’t worked myself away
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| To stay inside
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| This is the time to let us
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| Break out, break out
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| As we escape through the window
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| Head for the car, and never look back, singing-singing
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| «Break out, break out
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| Our time has come and we’ve got these big city dreams.» |