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Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep
It's such a bitter form of refuge
Ah, 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 sixty-one?
In the cadence in the young man's eyes
And where the dreams roll high
It's such a bitter form of refuge
Ah, 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 sixty-one?
In the cadence in the young man's eyes
And where the dreams roll high
Annons