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| Beth Hart Screamin' For My Supper L.a. Song She hangs around the boulevard She's a local girl with local scars She got home late She drank so hard the bottle ached & she tried But nothin's clear in a bar full a flies So she takes She understands when she gives it away She says Man 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 & she cried She cried so long her tears ran dry Then she laughed 'cause she knew she was never comin' back She said Man 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 name She 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 said Man 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. |
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