The concrete streets are as gray as the skies The wind stings my face and this world just melts away And it brings me back to another place bur memories are such a waste You can never go homeyou left that world behind Is this the only place The only place to go Are these tired wordsthe only that we know The old familiar tasteof the bottle in my hand Or is this the only placeI can understand Your whiskey tainted wisdom spills like vomit from your mouth The world is closing in and I just gotta get out... Of my head and of this town Familiar places are bringing me down The truth can be hard to swallow When its spit right in your face. I just gotta get out Hay

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