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Adam Sanders

Somewhere That You Don't Go

 

Somewhere That You Don't Go


It's on the wrong side of town
And the AC in the window's blowing hot air out
Yeah, the pool table's torn
Got a "Cash Only" sign duct-taped to the door

Well. truth be told, it ain't my scene
But it's the only place that I wanna be

So I've been hanging right here where the beer ain't cold
Catching secondhand smoke 'cause the regular crowd don't know
Your name, the way you broke my heart
Yeah, the whiskey's watered down, the neon don't glow
But it's somewhere that you don't go
No, not around here

I could've hit our old bar
Sat at our favorite corner booth where our names our carved
But if it means running into you and your date
I'll take this roach-infested, far from heaven, hell of a place

So I've been hanging right here where the beer ain't cold
Catching secondhand smoke 'cause the regular crowd don't know
Your name, the way you broke my heart
Yeah, the whiskey's watered down, the neon don't glow
But it's somewhere that you don't go
Aw, that's right

This ain't what many people would call paradise
But it's the only place I know you won't show up tonight

So I'll be hanging right here where the beer ain't cold
Catching secondhand smoke from the regular crowd who don't know

I've been hanging right here where the beer ain't cold
Catching secondhand smoke 'cause the regular crowd don't know
Your name, the way you broke my heart
Yeah, the whiskey's watered down, the neon don't glow
But it's somewhere that you don't go
Aw, hell no

No, you ain't gonna walk in this place
Where I won't have to see your face
Mmhmm, that's right

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