Текст: National, The. Patterns Of Fairytales.

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tonight there isn't any light under your door

I guess you must be somewhere breathing

where skin and everything still know what they are for

and blood remembers where to go



I fell in love with you no matter what you say

but you were right about the reasons

to turn a magdeline into the month of May

I shoulda known the magdeline was me



so I'm turning on the stereo

and I'm lining up the names

on the mixes I made before you

and I'm turning into fairytales

with glitter and some glue

everything we ever planned to ever do



tonight there isn't any light under your door

I guess you must be somewhere breathing

in patterns unfamiliar to the one you're underneath

I pinned those patterns in my coat



so I'm turning on the stereo

and I'm turning into fairytales

yes I'm turning on the stereo

and I'm turning into you