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
i'll leave the radio on

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theres no one to hear
you might as well 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 dancing slow
and we got nowhere to go


CHORUS

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 devine
i'm so close to heaven
this hell is not mine
this hell is not mine

CHORUS