A Dustland Fairytale (Live From The Royal Albert Hall + 2009)

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A Dustland Fairytale(Live From The Royal Albert Hall / 2009) - The Killers

作词:Brandon Flowers/Dave Keuning/Mark Stoermer/Ronnie Vannucci

作曲:Brandon Flowers/Dave Keuning/Mark Stoermer/Ronnie Vannucci

A dustland fairytale beginning

Just another white trash County kiss

In 61 long brown hair and foolish eyes

He looks just like you'd want him to

Some kind of slick chrome american prince

A blue jean serenade and moon river

What you do to me

I don't believe you

Saw cinderella in a party dress

But 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 palm tonight

Change came in disguise of revelation

Set his soul on fire

She says she always knew she'd come around

And the decades disappear like sinking ships

But we persevere god gives us hope

But we still fear what we don't know

The mind is poison

Castles in the sky sit stranded vandalized

Drawbridges closing

Saw cinderella in a party dress

But 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 took my money and I ran away

Straight to the valley of the great divide

Out where the dreams are high

Out here the wind don't blow

Out here the good girls die

And the sky won't snow

Out here the birds don't sing

Out here the fields 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

Oh 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 a young man's eyes

I wouldn't dream so high

I wouldn't dream so high

Out here the wind don't blow

Out here the good girls die

And the sky won't snow

Out here the birds don't sing

Out here the fields don't grow

Out here the bell don't ring

Out here the bell don't ring

Out here the good girls die

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