Текст: The Cars. Breakaway.

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 [unverified]

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 night watch 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?

You gotta breakaway
You gotta breakaway

Oh, black rider feels alright
Come on, chase the dragon

Time is tight [unverified]
Time is tight

You gotta breakaway
Breakaway
Oh, time is tight
Yeah, time is so tight

You gotta breakaway
You gotta breakaway