Breakout
Every weeks the same. Stuck in school, so lame. My parents say that I’m lazy, waking up at eighty its crazy. Tired of being told what to do, so unfair, so uncool. It takes to long, and I’m holding on, till I hear the loceng ring. Cause that’s the time when were gonna, time when were gonna
CHORUS: Breakout, let the party start. We’re gonna stay out, gonna break some hearts. Gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart, oh, oh, all over again. We’re gonna wake up everyone we know. We’re gonna have some fun, gonna loose control....
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