Half Shy - Break Out Lyrics

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Break Out

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What Are The Lyrics For Break Out By Half Shy?
Hop on back and keep it quiet we're fighting the night,
Just until we get out of sight, keep low and watch out for lights. Cold wet grass it keeps us fast we're running in time, Tinder hills and wind in our eyes, we're lost in warm summer nights. Come break out before the fight starts, Come break out of who you think you are, We're gonna play it by heart. Come break out I'm in the front yard, Break out of who you wish you were, We're gonna play it by heart. Hop the fence but keep it quiet we're fighting the night, Small cuts and bruises don't mind, old marks from where the blood dried. We drown our laughs in the planes that pass we've worn a straight line That leads from your house to mine, we're lost in warm summer nights. Come break out before the fight starts, Come break out of who you think you are, We're gonna play it by heart. Come break out I'm in the front yard, Break out of who you wish you were, We're gonna play it by heart. Real love, blood ties, I was never yours you were never mine. Tongue tied, four eyes, never got along with the other guys. Bonfire, switch knives, ready for the cold ready for the fight. Hard luck, hard lives, we were never told it would be alright. Come break out before the fight starts, Come break out of who you think you are, We're gonna play it by heart. Come break out I'm in the front yard, Break out of who you wish you were, We're gonna play it by heart. |
Who Wrote Break Out By Half Shy?
Karen Havey
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