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Album:Sam's Town
The Killers-Where The White Boys Dance
Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
They hug in silence as the sun sets on their empty street.
Her suspicions, well they’re rising high.
And the man who sweeps him off she doesn’t meet.
She walks inside and pours a strong one to put her mind at ease.
It’s the calm before another storm.
Her brain shifts from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Take me to the place where they run and play.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the place where the white boys dance.
Her heart is racing.
She phones a friend and says “I’m in an awful place.
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