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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 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`ve got nowhere to go Past the Wal-Mart and the prison, down by the old VA 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 want to get you alone Get you alone `Cause 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`ve got nowhere to go Down by the mudddy water of the mighty Mo In an old abandoned boxcar, 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 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`ve got nowhere to go
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