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Paroles: Miles Away. Consequences. The Great Escape.


A few years and things were fine
We rode our chances on a better life
We stood waiting for things to change
Constant source of disappointment
Can't break the mould set in place
We should have known
Brought up with the stars in our eyes
False hope to disguise their lies
We're always waiting for the happy ending
Just the start of our demise
You feel, fucking feel nothing
For all the years you ever put in
Just to fill the void and bridge the gaps
In this cold dark world
Fuck their world it never gave us a thing
Spits out lies that we always take in
And we've pushed our luck as far as we can go
Its time to make the great escape
Brought up with the stars in our eyes
False hope to disguise their lies
We're always waiting for the happy ending
Just the start of our demise
That we must escape, we've got to make our great escape