having trouble telling
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how i feel
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but i can dance, dance, dance
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couldn't possibly tell you
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how i mean
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but i can dance, dance, dance
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so when i trip on my feet
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look at the beat
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the words are
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written in the sand
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when i'm shaking my hips
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look for the swing
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the words are
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written in the air
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oh dance
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i was a dancer all along
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dance, dance, dance
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words can never make up for what you do
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easy conversations,
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there's no such thing
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oh, i'm shy, shy, shy
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my hips they lie
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'cause in reality, aye
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i'm shy shy shy
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when i trip on my feet
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look at the ground
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the words are
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written in the dust
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when i'm shaking my hips
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look for the swing
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the words are
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written in the air
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oh dance
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i was a dancer all along
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dance, dance, dance
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now words can never make up for what you do
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oh dance
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i was a dancer all along
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dance, dance, dance
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now words can never make up for what you do
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Dance, Dance, Dance
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| Lykke Li |
