Si si, ya se que se han convertido en una banda para niñas, y ya se que el tipo es mormón y sus letras son The American Dream, sureño y hasta un poco redneck para esto, y un sin fin de y’es, pero esta es la canción de la década desde mi nada humilde perspectiva. Y que conste que The Killers no son mi grupo favorito.

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On the corner of main street
just tryin’ to keep it in line.
You say you wanna move on and
you say I’m falling behind.

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

I never really gave up on
breakin’ out of this two-star town.
I got the green light,
I got a little flight.
I’m gonna turn this thing around.

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The good old days, the honest man,
the restless heart, the Promised Land,
a subtle kiss that no one sees,
a broken wrist and a big trapeze.

Uh-oh! I don’t mind, if you don’t mind,
’cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine.
Before you go, can you read my mind?

It’s funny how you just break down,
waitin’ on some sign.
I pull up to the front of your driveway
with magic soakin’ my spine.

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The teenage queen, the loaded gun,
the drop dead dream, the Chosen One,
a southern drawl, a world unseen,
a city wall and a trampoline.

Uh-oh! I don’t mind, if you don’t mind
’cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine.
Before you jump, tell me what you find
when you read my mind.

Slippin’ in my faith until I fall.
He never returned that call.
Woman, open the door, don’t let it sting
I wanna breathe that fire again.

She said I don’t mind, if you don’t mind
’cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine.

Put your back on me!
Oh put your back on me!
Oh put your back on me!

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun…
Can you read my mind?

La versión es en vivo en el Albert Hall. Dato curioso, en la versión original, Brandon empieza a cantar en la primera “estrofa” (no se como se diga, no soy músico), y en esta versión en vivo no lo hace sino hasta la segunda; en el concierto en la Ciudad de México supongo que debió haber sido igual, excepto que tanta gente empezamos a cantar en la primera que no le quedó de otra que cantar también.
Fucking A mate. Fucking A.

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