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Oh how I hate this town, the boredom I call home.
How soon I won’t be around I’m walking off on my own.
This is my last ticket out, the only thing I care about,
Is how I’m going to make this: My last chance out.
This is my last chance out.

I’ve scraped barrel bottom, shook blood dripping hands,
Been at the ceiling and touched the glass, these four walls can collapse.
So on my count break out 2 3 4.

It’s not a science I’d call sanity, living my life on a wing.
I’ve got places to go and a person to be, I’m craving my niche for all you to see.

I’m too far gone with my escape, watch as I take flight.
I’m leaving behind my reality, carving out a new sanity.
This is my last chance out.
I’m healing in my last chance out.
My last chance out.