You got an old dress from ’79 and
The coal is burnin’ up, we’re out of time
There’s nothing to lose
And nothing to find
In the dustland, baby, I will make you mine
In the dustland, baby, I will make you mine
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now you’re sitting at the military fair and
They’re cutting off all your golden hair
You look at me with a thousand-yard stare and
You tell me, “Baby, take me anywhere”
The water’s gone and the radio’s silent
And we are laying bathing in the moonlight and
You keep me ringing when my river runs dry
In the dustland, baby, I will make you mine
Yeah, in the dustland, baby, I will make you mine
Yeah, in the dustland, baby, I will make you mine
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