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My mama said son
You have to leave this town
Create yourself a better life
Instead of stay and drown
Lately it got rough
It was hard to climb the ladder
They say the heavier the storm
The better gets the weather
Maybe they‘re right
I should leave my past behind
And build something brand new
Anywhere I can thrive
I‘m tired of these streets
That I‘ve never called home
All my friends just became strangers
Now they‘re just faces that I‘ve known
What if they‘re right ?
And I can‘t handle the heat
But maybe it‘s their life
That isn‘t meant for me
You have to leave this town
Create yourself a better life
Instead of stay and drown
Lately it got rough
It was hard to climb the ladder
They say the heavier the storm
The better gets the weather
Maybe they‘re right
I should leave my past behind
And build something brand new
Anywhere I can thrive
I‘m tired of these streets
That I‘ve never called home
All my friends just became strangers
Now they‘re just faces that I‘ve known
What if they‘re right ?
And I can‘t handle the heat
But maybe it‘s their life
That isn‘t meant for me