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The Next Escape

These times are almost over, are almost over,
and this time it is for real.
These times are almost over, are almost over,
and now that's how I really feel.

This prison is almost open, is almost open
to the next escape.
This prison is almost open, is almost open,
the stampede is taking shape.

I intend to run as soon as I can,
as soon as I unchain what ties me here,
as soon as it ends, as soon as it ends...

The end is getting obvious, is getting obvious,
anyone can see.
The end is getting obvious, is getting obvious,
and that's how it's gonna be.

Just another cliché,
i'm doing the same to try to save what I still have,
another escape, another escape.

As soon as it flames, as soon as it flames
as soon as it flames inside of me.
Another escape, another escape.

I am getting over, I'm getting over,
and I feel I'm doing well.
I am getting over, I'm getting over
from the depths I fell.


(Júlio B.)
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