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