Wheels spin hard as my foot hits the floor, this time's for good
and theres no going back, i'm sick of this town
so i'ts time to make tracks, sick of the people
and my back stabbing friends, sick of the cops
and their laws of pretend, sick of myself
and what i've become,
the one piece of purity in this town is my mum
i'll send for you maa, so don't worry ok
i won't let you rot in this town of decay
adrenalin fuelled my hearts pounding hard
as i make my way down the last hundred yards
there is no sorrow, or thoughts of regret
as i storm across towns bridge for the very last time
all i see now is the dotted white line
a feeling of escape washes over my soul, as this is the first
of my list of goals, i take a deep breath
and there's no looking back
cause all thats behind me is
a bridge that's Burnt Black.
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