“Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep! / It's such a bitter form of refuge. / Why 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”
Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep! / It's such a bitter form of refuge. / Why 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
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