She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late
She got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
but nothin's clear in a bar full a flies
So she takes and she takes, she takes and 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 and out of L.A.

She's gotta gun
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 and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed, she laughed and 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
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 and he lied and he lied and he lied
He lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and 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.

Oh
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Yeah yeah I'm going back to L.A.
I'm goin' back to L.A.

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