Bad day, looking for a way, home, looking for the great escape. Gets in his car and drives away, far from all the things that we are. Puts on a smile and breathes it in and breathes it out, he says, bye bye bye to all of the noise. Oh, he says, bye bye bye to all of the noise.
Hey child, things are looking down. That’s okay, you don’t need to win anyways. Don’t be afraid, just eat up all the gray and it will fade all away. Don’t let yourself fall down.
Bad day, looking for the great escape. He says, bad day, looking for the great escape. On a bad day, looking for the great escape, the great escape.
.the difference between falling and flying...? .merely a matter of perspective! .i do feel the speed...am i in danger? . i guess... .is that the ground or a wall? .it is a sure crash.
There must be some kind of way out of here said the joker to the thief, There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth.
No reason to get excited the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate... (...)
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Bad day, looking for a way,
home, looking for the great escape.
Gets in his car and drives away,
far from all the things that we are.
Puts on a smile and breathes it in
and breathes it out, he says,
bye bye bye to all of the noise.
Oh, he says, bye bye bye to all of the noise.
Hey child, things are looking down.
That’s okay, you don’t need to win anyways.
Don’t be afraid, just eat up all the gray
and it will fade all away.
Don’t let yourself fall down.
Bad day, looking for the great escape.
He says, bad day, looking for the great escape.
On a bad day, looking for the great escape,
the great escape.
the Great Escape
Patrick Watson
.the difference between falling and flying...?
.merely a matter of perspective!
.i do feel the speed...am i in danger?
. i guess...
.is that the ground or a wall?
.it is a sure crash.
qual deles?
também eu...
There must be some kind of way out of here
said the joker to the thief,
There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line,
know what any of it is worth.
No reason to get excited
the thief, he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through
that,
and this is not our fate...
(...)
B.Dylan
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