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Albums:

Great Band With Great Voices/Swing the Great Voices of the Great Bands (Johnny Mann) · Great Escape (Judy and Mary) · My Great Escape (Freddy Powers) · Great Escape [Special Edition] (Blur) · The Great Escape [1 Track] (Morning Runner) · The Great Escape (Claire) · My Great Escape (Mark Elliott) · The Great Escape (Morning Runner) · Great Escape [Bonus Track] (A Life Divided) · The Great Escape (Boys Like Girls) – and 90 other albums »


escape 
In your great escape 
It's your chance to take 
Make your great escape 

Your binary words 
Glow in my darkness 
Your darling hangs in
Whatever happened to the great escape
The finest enemy
Crafted with pride by monsters on the train
The world is great to suckers

We have
the great escape

[Chorus:]

The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us

I hear
with an empty town
We can make it right

Throw it away, forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
Won't hear a word they say
They don't know us
Never did I think I'd want you
Always seen you 'round my way
Never had the strength to tell you
I kinda, sorta think you're great
Strange for me
a cloud of gray
I will, I'll make my great escape
Someday, someday in a cloud of gray
I will, I'll make my great escape, yes

Say, little bit by little bit
the shackles of a binded mind
And I've been waiting all this time
To make my way, to push on through
Against the grain
The Great Escape
The Great Escape
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They
swooping grace.
Might your shape be escape, masked by a devil’s face?

Pointy wings, echoings, guide your nocturnal flight
Past the hills, sweeping
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They
the morn 
The Eyes of Texas are upon you 
'Till Gabriel blows his horn. 
Sing me a song of Prexy, 
Of days long since gone by. 
Again I seem to great
What would heal these holes
Marks left by the feeding needle
Tonight the bullets turn into keys
And we escape

This was the day of losing control
them all would take too goddamn long. 
Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuck 
to show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab his
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right

[Chorus]
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they
of quicksand
Streets that lead you there, places of your fear
Some force pulls you in, the shadow world

By the time I made the great escape
I was falling,
bars the door

He makes his great escape
Leaves them in his wake
Without a warning
The ritual is done
A night no longer young
Fades into morning
The sun
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right

[Chorus]
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they
of the great escape
Of music on the run ("There will be no escape from this camp")
Do an Albert R. N.
And go straight to number 1

I got the Studio Blues
Faith mongers of righteous rule conceal this deceptive law
Distorted values of virtue masked by these holy words
This great persecution will
Forever is too long to wait
But you had to take that great escape (x2)

Tries to fly only to find he will hit the ground
With one motion it comes to an end
the enemy's great bands
It's a regiment of Christians guided by the Savior's hand
When the mushroom of destruction falls and all it's fury great
God will
to take away,
To kill the pain,
To give me to the ground.

The pills, the windowsill
Razor blade, great escape
So lonely, the feeling,
The slipping,
The mothership
Boarded by fools
We escape space
In order to reach
Our destination

And if you are listening
Please tell us about the time
Where and when we
Because they're boring the children

Too many normal people on the box
A great invention has been ruined by the bosses
Of the channels and the stations
escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am