Dance with me my old friend
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once before we go
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Let's pretend this song won't end
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and we never have to go home
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and we'll dance among the chandeliers
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And nothing matters when we're dancing
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In tat or tatters you're entrancing
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Be we in Paris or in Lansing
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nothing matters when we're dancing
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You've never been more beautiful
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your eyes like two full moons
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As here in this poor old dancehall
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among the dreadful tunes
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the awful songs we don't even hear...
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Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
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| The Magnetic Fields |
