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Etheridge Melissa Your Little Secret Nowhere To Go 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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