| A dustland fairytale beginning
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| With just another white trash county kiss
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| In '61, long brown hair and foolish eyes
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| He looked 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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| But 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 night gown
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| I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
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| He's getting ready for the show down
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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
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| 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 like sinking ships
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| But we persevere, God gives us hope
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| But we still fear what we don't know
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| The mind is poison
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| Castles in the sky
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| 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 night gown
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| I saw the devil wrapping up his hands
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| He's getting ready for the show down
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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 don'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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| Ah, 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 that 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 |