She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried
But nothin's clear in a bar full a flies
So she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She saysMan I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.She's gotta gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
And she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back
She saidMan I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
It's all she loves It's all she hates It's all too much for her
To take she can't be sure just where it ends or where
The good life begins
So she took a train
To a little old town without a nameShe met a man he took her in
But fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied
He lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed
It's a different place
But the same old thang
It's all I love It's all I hate It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it begins or if the good life lies within
So she saidMan I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So I'm goin' back to L.A.
Songwriters
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