These streets are like a jails walls In these streets No one can hear your calls There ain't no way to get out The signs are there You can count Ain't no way to get out Of this small town life Homes filled with strife And we gotta get out We've gotta get out Of this small town life You're standing there Like a golden child And the mess is growing All the papers to be filed Take a hold of my hand We'll start to walk Across the white hot sand But we've gotta get out And we'll get out Of this small town life People sleeping with other peoples wives And we'll get out We've gotta get out Of this small town life
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