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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 untill dawn

 or maybe something else

 ill leave the radio on

 theres no one to hear

 you might aswell scream

 they never woke up

 from the American dream

 and they dont understand

 what they dont see

 and they look through you

 and they look past me

 oh you and i are dancing slow

 and we got nowhere to go

past the wal-mart and the prison

down by the old va

just my jeans and my t-shirt

and a blue chevrolet

its saturday night

feels like everythings wrong

ive got some strawberry wine

i want to get you alone