I know a place Down past an old shack On a road that goes to nowhere Ain't nobody coming back We can go there tonight We can talk until dawn Or maybe something else I'll leave the radio on
There's no one to hear You might as well scream They never woke up From the american dream And they don't understand What they don't see And they look through you And they look past me Oh, you and I dancing slow And we got nowhere to go
Past the wal-mart and the prison Down by the old v.a. Just my jeans and my t-shirt And my blue chevrolet It's saturday night Feels like everything's wrong I've got some strawberry wine I wanna get you alone
Down by the muddy water Of the mighty mo In an old abandoned box car Will I ever know Dance with me forever This moment is divine I'm so close to heaven This hell is not mine This hell is not mine...
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