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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Voix principales
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Guitare
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Basse
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Paroles/Composition
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Paroles/Composition
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Paroles/Composition
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Killers
The Killers
Production
Stuart Price
Stuart Price
Production
Robert Root
Robert Root
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Emery
Dave Emery
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Alex Dromgoole
Alex Dromgoole
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tim Young
Tim Young
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

A dustland fairytale beginning Or just another white trash county kiss In '61, long brown hair and foolish eyes He'd looks just like you'd want him to Some kind of slick chrome American Prince A blue jean serenade and Moon river, what'd 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 pawn tonight A change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire She said she always knew he'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 poisoned Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized The drawbridge is 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 when they turned the page I threw my money and I ran away Straight to the valley of the great divide Out where the dreams all hide Out where 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 Out where the dreams all hide
Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Brandon Flowers, Ronnie Vannucci Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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