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I Gotta Get Outta Here
an unreleased song that will be on their new album in March
Lead: Tyler

(talking) So you know I went home last Sunday morning
Just to regroup, catch up on sleep, eat my nana's home cooking
And after a day I was sitting there drinking cold coffee
Wondering what was I thinkin'?

Daddy's yelling at the tv
Momma's on the phone
Sister's locked up in the bathroom putting makeup on
Little brothers in the kitchen fishin' in the sink
Dog is barking at the buzzer on the washing machine
Sister's new boyfriends honking in the drive
Neighbors screaming at him full of fifty times
Just another morning in their normal life

Chorus:

Man I swear
I gotta get outta here
Man I love e'm but I can't stay
I need space and it's not here
I think it's time that I face the fact
From the moment you walk away
Something changes and you can't go back
I gotta get outta here

(talking) And you know so I did and I took a walk around my hometown and well let me just tell u like it is

Old men talkin' bout the same thing
The congressman they love
The candidate they hate
The woman all gossip till nobody knows the truth
And all my buddies work the jobs that they're daddies used to do
They compliment the weather
Complain about the reals
They talk about the town about and the mall they're gonna build
Nothing ever changes cept their lives around the square

Chorus

Now I stand here staring at this dusty worn out welcome sign
I start to reminisce about the good times that I've had
Thankful that it's not all that bad
Suddenly I come back to my senses

(talking) There's got to be more than this

Chorus