“THE GREAT ESCAPE” 24 September 2003

Head lights travel over lonely walls
The shadows and the ghosts of the past
The end of it all
Things that are never meant to last
Roman warriors of old empires fall
Our love

We live a life of fiction
We lived in the dark
We used to have a friction
To make a spark
I try to erase my memories
These records of pain
Step free of our history
And find the Great Escape

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