| Hold on tight, yeah, this city makes you crazy
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| Drive all night 'till the sun goes down
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| And maybe we will leave this dead end town for good
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| The scene is getting old and always dragging me down
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| And all the people who surround
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| Are always taking shit now
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| And these so called friends in this so called life
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| Will cut you into shreds overnight (overnight)
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| This town will be the death of me, I know
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| I’m a prisoner of these dead end streets, I know
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Don’t look back
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| Put your money where your mouth is
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| Make a pact that we’re never gonna break
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| This just might be the last you see of me
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| On these dead end streets
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| All the sorrows we drowned
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| And all the friends that were down
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| Are all long gone now
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| And the so called truths
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| Were just watered down lies
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| Now there’s nothing left to do but bail tonight (tonight)
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| This town will be the death of me, I know
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| I’m a prisoner of these dead end streets, I know
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, wha-oh
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| Pack up your bags and grab the moonshine
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| Meet me out back at a quarter to nine
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| In the rear view mirror we shrink the skyline
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| Later to the takers cut them down to size
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| Pedal to the metal and fuck the goodbyes
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| This town will be the death of me, I know
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| Gonna leave this town behind me
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| No one’s ever gonna find me
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| I’m a prisoner of these dead end streets, I know
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| Oh-oh-oh |