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Crédits

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lana Scott
Lana Scott
Paroles/Composition
Tony Wood
Tony Wood
Paroles/Composition
Sean Beck
Sean Beck
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Bloom
Andrew Bloom
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lana Scott
Lana Scott
Production
Sean Beck
Sean Beck
Production

Paroles

I know where you go when you head to your hometown
Palm trees line streets that you drive down
And I know where you go when it's five on Friday
Cold beers at the bar off the highway
You're showing me places, you tell me you're falling
And I'm liking where this is heading
But I want the spaces that you haven't taken me
I wanna know where you go for a taste of back road freedom
I wanna see where you dream and fight to keep believing
Where you hide when you're tired of trying
Where you pray when you feel like crying
Where you bare your soul when you're all alone
I wanna know where you go
I know where you go when the world gets heavy
Hit the road in a blacked out Chevy
And I know where you go every single Sunday
Sundress, church bells in the country
But tell me something, who are you becoming
I wanna know where you go for a taste of back road freedom
I wanna see where you dream and fight to keep believing
Where you hide when you're tired of trying
Where you pray when you feel like crying
Where you bare your soul when you're all alone
I wanna know where you go
I wanna know where you go for a taste of back road freedom
Where you dream and fight to keep believing
Where you hide when you're tired of trying
Where you pray when you feel like crying
Where you bare your soul when you're all alone
I wanna know where you go
Would you show me, take me there
I wanna know where you go
Written by: Andrew Bloom, Lana Scott, Sean Beck, Tony Wood
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