I gotta get out of this town. I can feel the heat coming from every corner, and I can see red and blue strobes when I close my eyes. They'll come at me with bats and bullets, metal cuffs, angry looks and pointed questions. I laugh, when I think about it. They're only gonna have one question for me, but they won't believe the answer. "I know it wasn't for the money, and it wasn't because you were mad, and I know you weren't drunk. So why did you do it?" At the time, I thought it was fun.
Now everyone's so dramatic! Nobody wants to party... So I gotta get out of this town. All I've got left are a couple different IDs, some stolen credit cards and this cheap suit my lawyer bought for my court date. But I've heard of a place called San Paro... and it sounds like a real blast.
Now everyone's so dramatic! Nobody wants to party... So I gotta get out of this town. All I've got left are a couple different IDs, some stolen credit cards and this cheap suit my lawyer bought for my court date. But I've heard of a place called San Paro... and it sounds like a real blast.
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