| Never riding the rain, I’m not used to this life
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| My head is pounding, my body’s so tight
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| Fast, I am made in vain out of rock
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| Bring down my side of warning, go back
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| I wanna breakaway!
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| Whooh, breakaway, yeah!
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| I spend all my money, I drink my best wine
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| Please, bring me tomorrow, I’m already gone
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| I’ve been struck by the guilt that no man should feel
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| The church has embathed me because of death still
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| Came judge back, it’s all fewer nigh
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| And no-one feels this like leaving behind
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| I wanna breakaway!
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| Whooh, breakaway, yeah!
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| I spend all my money, I drink my best wine
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| Please, bring me tomorrow, I’m already gone
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| Yeah!
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| Never riding the rain, I’m not used to this life
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| Please, bring me tomorrow, I’m already gone
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| I wanna breakaway, breakaway
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| I spend all my money, I drink my best wine
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| Please, bring me tomorrow, I’m already gone!
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| Yeah! |