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A world of colour in a small city, this place I live.
But with black thoughts and bleak weather; Sometimes the harbour drags me down.
I’ve gotta get out and make some noise.
The town belt is calling.
I’ve gotta get out and set things loose.
Fuck these city lows.
Mould gathers on my bedroom wall/Is it so bad?
A decent upbringing and rad friends/it’s what I’ve been lucky to have.
For those that don’t I feel a guilt/frustration starts to build.
Another death on the T.V screen/I’ve gotta turn it off!
I’ve gotta get out and make some noise.
The town belt is calling.
I’ve gotta get out and clutch the street.
Fuck these city lows.
City Lows!
Gotta get out!
Shitty Laws!
Break this town!
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