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Look around and what do you see
Absolutley nothing and a dead palm tree
Nothing to do in this white trash town
But sit in my room with shades pulled down

Will we ever make it out of this hell
This sad place that we call home
Everything we know has gone stale
We're gonna get out there and do it on our own

Everyday it's like one hundred degrees
At the same packed ass beach
The snow birds all seem to enjoy our town
Well good they can have it, we just want out

Will we ever make it out of this hell
This sad place that we call home
Everything we know has gone stale
We're gonna get out and do it on our

Take me home tonight
I don't want to let you go till we see the light
Take me home tonight
Listen honey, just like Ronnie said
Be my little baby

Will we ever make it our of this hell
This sad place that we call home
Everything we know has gone stale
We're gonna get out and do it on our own


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