The Dustland Fairytale beginning with just another white trash county kiss. In 61. Long brown hair, and foolish eyes. He'd look just like you'd want him too, some kind of slick chrome American prince. Blue Jean serenade, moon river what you do to me. I don't believe you. Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown. I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown. I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight. Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire. She said she'd always knew he'd come around. And the decades disappear like sinking ships we persevere. God gives us hope but we still fear, we don't know. Your mind is poisoned. Castles in the sky, sit stranded, vandalized. The drawbridge is closing. Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown. I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown. I saw the ending where they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away. Sent to the valley of the great divine. Out where the dreams all hide. Out where the wind don't blow, Out here the good girls die. and the sky won't snow Out here the bird don't sing Out here the field don't grow Out here the bell don't ring Out here the bell don't ring Out here the good girls die Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge. Why don't you know the kingdom's under siege and everybody needs you Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in 61? In the cadence of the young man's eyes. Out where the dreams all hide
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