L.A. Song - Beth Hart

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, so she takes, she takes, 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 and out of L.A.

She's got a gun, She's got a gun
She's 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, then she laughed, she laughed, then she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back
She said

[Repeat *]

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 bullsh_t again
'Cause he lied, then he lied, then he lied, then he lied
he lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed, then she screamed, then she screamed, then 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
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.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A. Hey...
I'm goin' back to L.A. Hey...
I'm goin' back to L.A.

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