The Killers – A Dustland Fairytale (Ukulele)

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A dustland fairytale beginning, just another white trash county kiss.

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In 'Sixty-One, long brown hair and foolish eyes.

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  He looked just like you'd want him to - some kind of slick chrome American prince.

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A blue jean serenade, Moon River, what you do to me.

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But I don't believe you.

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  Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown.

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  I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.

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  I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a palm tonight.

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The change came in disguise of revelation set his soul on fire.

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She says she always knew he'd come around.

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And the decades disappear like sinking ships that we persevere.

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God gives us hope, but we still fear, we don't know, the mind is poison.

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  Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalised.

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The drawbridge is closing.

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  Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown.

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  I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.

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  I saw the ending when they turned the page, 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,   out where the wind don't blow.

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  Out here the good girls die,   and the sky won't snow.

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  Out here the bird don't sing,   out here the field don't grow.

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  Out here the bell don't ring,   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, it's such a bitter form of refuge.

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  Oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege? And everybody needs you.

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  Is there still magic in the midnight sun? Or did you leave it back in 'Sixty-One?

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In the cadence of a young man's eyes,   and where the dreams roll high.