The Bitter Mass - Never Getting Out Of These Towns

All the reasons why you shouldn't stay
You'll throw at me when I go
Winter dreams of summer days being high
Always end with feeling low
It's tough round here if you don't speak
In tongues the locals hear
It gets mean in ways you just can't know
Unless you've studied fear
If I can prove that you lied today
You can't trick me if I'm right
Those who don't know you get sucked right in
Start believing black is white
Uplit face glows by dashboard lights
Desperate kid makes a break
He doesn't realise he can never leave
His ticket out is just a fake
It's tough round here if you don't speak
In tongues the locals hear
It gets mean in ways you just can't know
Unless you studied fear
You roll the dice over and again
Fool yourself the odds are real
Deep inside your courage starts to fail
Setting up your hopes to steal
Never getting out of this town
And we are never getting out of this town
Whoa
Never getting out of this town
And we are never getting out of this town
Whoa
Never getting out of this town
And we are never getting out of this town
Whoa
Never getting out of this town
And we are never getting out of this town
Whoa
We'll die in these towns
Never getting out of this town
And we are never getting out of this town
We'll die in these towns

Written by:
Dominic Grace

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