the killers - a dustland fairytale
I saw the ending when they turned the pageI took my money and I ran awayStraight to the valley of the great divide
Out where the dreams are highOut where the wind don't blowOut here, the good girls dieAnd the sky won't snow
Out here the birds don't singOut here the fields don't growOut here the bell don't ringOut here the bell don't ringOut here the good girls die
Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleepIt's such a bitter form of refugeOh, don't you know, the kingdom's under siegeAnd everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sunOr did you leave it back in '61?In the cadence of a young man's eyesI wouldn't dream so high
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